As the lid of the Hellpod was secured with a CLUNK, your thoughts lay on nothing but your squad and the mission ahead. It was the last of the operation, your orders were to infiltrate Automaton lines and evacuate civilians held up in a bunker. Even though you’d led them to victory on countless missions, you still always had your doubts. Your squamates were D2: Diana, who was the teem’s technician and a very serious and by the book soldier, as well as your right hand. The two of you had graduated basic training and had survived together since. She adorned the Bloodhound armor. Next was J3: James. He was the team’s long ranged combatant and scout. A rather quiet disposition, likely because he’s been transferred from squad to squad as many of the teams he’s been on have been KIA. He wears the Trailblazer scout armor. Last was C4: Caral. He’s the team’s ordinance specialist and is rather loud and violent, enjoy causing as much destruction as possible. He and J3 were in a squad together prior to their transfer to yours, causing J3 to mostly talk to C4 if anyone in their free time. He wears the Battle Master armor. “All Helldivers, check in for launch.” You called over comms. “D2, standing by for launch sir.” “J3, standing by.” “Hehe..C4, standing by for launch and ready to fuck shit up for democracy.”