Disclaimer: I do own Killzone, but only in my strangest fantasies. (In other words, I don't.)
Sergeant Dean Vandom looked at the group of fresh troops that had just arrived. They were so young. Too young really for this battlefield. The jungles of Vekta were the wars most deadly battlefield. Getting to his feet, Dean ordered them to form up. When they assembled he turned to face them.
"Alright you pathetic lot!" he bellows at them. "I'm going to try teach you how to survive this hellhole"
The assembled troops looked at him apprehensively. He shrugged to himself and continued.
"How many of you have your standard issue assault ISA rifles?" He asked. There was an almost unilateral grunt of affirmation.
"And how many of you have ISA shotguns?" he continues. He's only greeted by silence. He sighs.
"First chance any of you get, get yourself a shotgun or get one of these."
He holds up a Helgan assault rifle. The fresh faced rookies murmur amongst themselves.
"This weapon is ideal for this kind of warfare. The ISA rifle is ill-equipped kind of fight, especially against the Helghast. Whoever designed it should be shot. The Helgan's weapon has a higher rate of fire and a shotgun attachment as standard. That means that in a firefight, they have the advantage." He continues with details about camouflage and patrols, but this one detail stands out in the minds of his troops. He looks at them and hopes his advice will help them survive.
AN: Ok, not my best work, but I'm hoping it's not terrible.