Jacob walked outside of the armory, wearing his armor. He flickered on his holographic visor, which gave a soft, ambient blue glow. He had the grenades strapped to his belt, and his shotgun strapped to his back. He kept the rifle in his hands, and walked towards a wall.
"Sir? We're screwed...aren't we?"
He heard this voice, and turned around to see the corporal, Onyx. He turned off his visor and rested his face into his palm.
"You're always screwed in war. Especially if you fight with no purpose.", he said, replying to Onyx.