“Bloody hell,” The Lieutenant hissed Under his breath, gripping his rifle more tightly. The waves under the boat sloshed up the sides, the rain didn’t help much with the nights already low visibility.

He had his feet planted awkwardly, leaning back. The more you looked the more it became apparent he didn’t have “sea legs”.

Ghost caught your gaze, “Got a staring problem now, do you? Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” It was hard to look intimidating with shaky legs, but he did it.