Chris Hoffman a vomi sur l'herbe quand il est finalement sorti de l'épave, qu'il s'agisse de la descente ou de l'odeur de la chair brûlante, il n'était pas sûr. Il a d'abord atteint et vérifié ses lunettes, toujours sur son visage et a ensuite trafiqué autour de son connard. Il soupira avec soulagement lorsqu'il s'est senti intact et a noté que la radio PRC-25 serait leur ligne de sauvetage pour appeler à l'aide était également indemne. Au soleil éclatant qui les a frappés, il a pu voir d'autres survivants, dont le sergent. Cela lui a donné une certaine confiance pour voir quelqu'un avec des rayures mais le lieutenant n'était pas où se trouver.
Se tenant à terre parmi les longues lames du rasoir bordé d'herbe d'éléphant, il a rassemblé son fusil à lui et a vérifié pour tout dommage. Son cœur sauta quand les Sarges les avertirent que l'ennemi se dirigeait vers eux. Il a suivi les ordres, scuttant vers l'hélico, sentant le poids de son sac et la radio bobant contre son dos. Chris s'est accroupi, prenant un genou, regardant le sergent Davis avant de lever son fusil sur les figures qui vont dans leur direction.
Il s'est évanoui à la vue du nez crevé et des flammes léchant. Lorsque la grenade a explosé, il a commencé à tirer, en faisant sauter des rafales sur l'ennemi. Il pensait qu'il en avait peut-être touché une dans la cuisse, mais comme ils couraient pour se couvrir, c'était difficile à dire. Quand le Cochon gronde à la vie, il cligne, ses oreilles sonnent, mais il est reconnaissant pour l'arme lourde qui a envoyé Charlie brouillonner.
Name: Chris Hoffman
Age: 18, born Sept. 14, 1949
Gender: Male
Rank: Private
Ethnicity/Nationality:  White
Physical Description: Standing an even six feet tall, he is lanky nearly to the point of skinny but his muscles are lean and wiry. His blonde hair cut short from basic training but it is growing out. Despite his fair coloring, he tans well from the years on the beaches, his bright green eyes standing out even behind the thick Army issue glasses. He wears his father's watch and a silver ring given to him by his girlfriend.

Skillset: Chris is trained as a rifleman and a radio operator. Naturally relaxed and calm, he deals with stress fairly well and thus makes an ideal for his job.
History:
Born in San Jose, California, Chris grew up with two younger sisters and a domineering father who pushed him to play sports that he never showed an interest in, especially football. His childhood was normal and when he was 12 he started working for his dad at his hardware shop. Chris saved up enough to buy his first surfboard which his father promptly confiscated and sawed in half with the excuse that surfing was too dangerous. Furious but unable to do anything about it, Chris pretended to be cool with it but secretly began to save up and when he was 14 got a scooter. That was when he began to run away for weekends at the beach, testing out the chilly Northern Californian waters. By 16 he was skipping school to travel down to LA, surfing and camping on the beach. His father gave him the ultimatium to move out or stay home but no more running off. Having made older friends in SoCal, Chris packed his bags and left, enrolling himself in school with an aunt's address who lived in Pico Rivera. He scraped by with odd jobs in construction and selling weed, somehow managing to graduate with a C average. His summer went by in a blur of sand, surf, and acid marked by two major instances. He met his girlfriend Diana and his draft number was called. He considered moving to Canada or Mexico, as he can speak decent Spanish since his grades were shitty and he was too broke for college. His father refused to help him pay for it, citing that he had served in the Army in Europe when he was called up. Before he knew it, Chris was having his long sun bleached hair shaved off and some dude that wasn't his father screaming in his face. He made it through boot camp well enough, he was physically fit though he struggled with tactics as it was something he was never interested in. Chris tried to get in with the Corps of Engineers but when that did not work out he decided to become a radio operator. He is currently in his second month of his year tour.
Equipment: 

 M-16A1 rifle, extra magazines
 PRC-25 field radio 
 Fatigues, boots, extra socks, bandana
 Helmet with a peace sign drawn on one side and the words "Hang Loose!" on the other
 2 WP, 2 colored smoke grenades, 2 frag grenades
 35 millimeter camera, pack of Kools containing some handrolled 'cigarettes', zippo lighter, picture of his girlfriend in his wallet, dogtags
 Army issue knife, C-rations, towel, canteens, machete, extra radio batteries (etc I'll fill in as I'm able to do the proper research)
 Looted AK-47, 3 magazines