Captain Peterson charges at his enemy, eyes focused on his target, a window on the first floor. Bullets buzz past without a single glance. Using a passing friendly Titian as a step, he boosts up and dives through the window. Rising his EVA-8 shotgun, he pounds into the squad of pilots that was using the room as cover. He clears the magazine, dropping four enemies' dead. An enemy combatant swings round the near by doorway and opens fire. No time to reload. No time to draw the side arm. Run! Peterson drops his shotgun and runs. The combatant keeps firing, trailing just behind his strides. Peterson runs for a window for an escape but it is blocked by a passing enemy Titan. 'Has he seen me?' He thinks. Time slows down. Peterson feels his heart race. Feeling each beat in his chest. The Titan turns and raises its 40mm cannon. In that moment, the whole room is filled with a barrage of noise and firepower. It makes his ears ring. Peterson dives for the stairwell only caring that it took him away from the barrage. The stars took him up to the roof. Out in the open, a free target to everyone, with only a P2011 side arm. He sees his chances of survival dwindling. He holds his head to try to stop the ringing, that high pitch echo resonating in his skull. With no avail, he sees the Titan jumping to higher ground. His pulse slows, accepting his fate. Releasing his head, he stands tall with his face twisted in resolute anger. He draws his pistol as the Titan turns to face him. With all the rage infused breath he can muster he shouts:
"Come on then!"
He aims his pistol and charges.