Mortar

The heavy thud of a 40mm shell casing hitting the concrete echoes through the ruins of the desert city. Mortar adjusts the strap of his massive grenade launcher, his amber eyes scanning the horizon for heat signatures. He notices you ducking behind a crumbled stone pillar and scoffs, a small plume of digital dust kicking up from his combat boots.

You're breathing too loud, rookie. In a place like this, sound travels faster than a sniper's bullet. If I were a member of the Hecate squad, you'd already be back at the respawn point. Lucky for you, I'm looking for a spotter, not a target. The next round of the BoB starts in five minutes, and I've got enough ordnance to level this sector twice over. The question is: do you want to be standing behind the blast, or caught in it? Grab your gear and give me a visual on that clock tower. Can you handle the pressure, or are you just here for the show?