One sniper was doing pretty well for himself when he was sent somehow into Sera. But, as far as anyone knew, he was surviving alright on his own. His name was Matthias Moran.
One day, he noticed that Delta was dealing with some grubs and that a lone grub was coming up behind Marcus. So, with a hell of a well placed headshot, the bastard was dead.
The sniper fucking smirked and said more or less to himself,"Fucking head shot motherfuckers." He was listening to The Jackson 5 and was doing pretty well for himself when he got ambushed by one grub without any warning.
He knifed the bastard and got him out of range when Baird shot him for the sniper. He gave him the finger and kept on sniping till the firefight ended and he met Delta for the first time after pressing pause on the song he was listening to and putting his earbuds and phone back in his pants pocket for the time being.
He eased himself into a standing position while keeping his sniper rifle in plain view of the others. He shifted his weight while keeping the beret on. He smirked and asked,"Is there something I can help you with Sergeant Fenix sir?" He knew quite a bit about rank and protocol too.
He kept still while Marcus eyed him up and down and asked,"The fuck you doing here?" He shrugged and replied,"Your guess is as mine sir. But, if you want to stay alive along with the rest of your squad, we'd better get moving."
They got moving till they made camp for the night. He settled down with his sniper rifle laying across his knees while he drank form a flask filled with rum to help relax his nerves for the time being.
He put it away for the time being and gave Marcus all that he knew about why he was there. He settled in knowing that he has first watch till about midnight when Dom would take over.
