Snippet #2043456

Second Pirate Frigate:

Carter took point without second thought, his shotgun pointed out and his body ready for anything. " I don't like this Captain... It reminds me of a time, in Russia we entered a fort we had bombed to hell and saw nothing only to find out the enemies were hiding in the vents and maintenance shafts, we were ambushed as we tried to leave." He said it in a hushed whisper using the long range helmet coms meant for communication in soundless environments to enhance it so only the marines could hear it. An old trick he had been taught.

Carter has his tactical vision on and was still mainly relying on standard eyesight, he participated in basic training before the device was even used actively by anything other that Spec Ops and still preferred his own eyes over some computerized system. In this sense, he was old-fashioned.

Arriving at the corner they heard the footsteps from. He slide against the wall and looked toward Eli, waiting for the signal to round the corner remaining strict to protocol in a situation like this as he had been taught. He couldn't help but feel paranoid, he hated missions like this; reminded him of the rebel forts in the Russian mountains as he had stated earlier. Death boxs. That and his mind was racing back and forth between multiple scenarios and how to prevent them. With one long breathe he threw them from his mind and waited on orders.