Chris a fait ce qu'on lui a dit, en restant contre le journal et en choisissant ses cibles. Un chapeau bobant vers le haut ou un flash de muselière, un aperçu de pyjama noir comme l'un des VC a fait un tiret. Il a tiré régulièrement, essayant de faire compter chaque tir. Il n'ignorait pas que la quantité d'ennemis dans la jungle contre le temps qu'ils pouvaient être là n'était pas en leur faveur, la conservation des munitions allait être cruciale.
Alors qu'il fouillait la longue herbe, il a vu un homme apparaître avec quelque chose dans sa main. "Fuckin' grenade!" Il se concentra sur la poitrine de l'homme alors qu'il se tenait pour la lancer et tira de plusieurs coups, le frappant dans la masse centrale, la grenade lâchant à quelques pieds avec le lancer de boiteux. Il s'est essuyé la tête alors qu'elle a explosé inoffensifment, la seule victime était le Chuck qui mourait déjà des balles du M-16.
Chris a léché la sueur de sa lèvre et léché, ses lunettes se glissent un peu. Il pouvait entendre Davis commencer son compte et il se concentrait sur n'importe quel mouvement devant lui. Une fois qu'ils ont déménagé, il a mis le feu pour garder n'importe quel CV devant eux distrait et préoccupé par le barrage des balles. Il a vidé le reste du clip, s'est emparé d'un autre et a giflé en place, levant son fusil à temps pour tirer sur Charlie prenant des coups de feu sur Derricks en portant la mitrailleuse.
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