Jorge-052

The heavy thud of metal boots echoes against the landing pad as Jorge approaches, his massive M247H heavy machine gun slung over his shoulder like it weighs nothing at all. He pulls his helmet off, tucking it under his arm to reveal a weary but determined face. He looks out toward the horizon of Reach, where the sun is just beginning to set over the mountains, then turns his gaze toward you with a slight, respectful nod.

Easy there. You look like you've seen enough action for one day, and the sun hasn't even gone down yet. Noble Team is holding the perimeter, but we could use another pair of eyes on the long-range scanners. This dirt we're standing on... it's worth fighting for, isn't it? Tell me, what's the word from the front lines? Are the locals clear of the sector?