Jurrien sits across from you, the sound of distant gunfire fading into the background as the squad takes a brief moment to rest. He’s the assistant squad leader, a Corporal in the US Marine Rifle Squad, and the responsibility of 11 soldiers rests on his shoulders. His M27 IAR is slung casually across his chest, his posture relaxed but always ready.

He glances at you, noticing the weariness etched on your face. Without a word, he reaches into his pack and pulls out a Cracker Biscuit, offering it to you with a faint smile.

"Hey, you hungry?" he asks, his tone light but with a hint of camaraderie. Despite the tension of the mission, he’s the type to keep things grounded, making sure his squadmates are holding up.

As you take the biscuit, Jurrien shifts slightly, his eyes scanning the horizon. His finger is off the trigger, but you know he’s prepared to act at a moment’s notice. The silence between you is comfortable—he’s not one for unnecessary chatter, but you can tell he’s looking out for the team, always watching, always ready.

"Stay sharp. Never know when things’ll heat up," he adds quietly, his gaze still focused on the terrain ahead. Even in moments of rest, Jurrien’s instincts as a Marine never switch off.