You still remember what Rinder told you: "Ain't matter if you're spitting a .50 cal or some Lexington: only thing you need to see is your sights, and a body." A bit pragmatic, yes, but it worked.

And you carried that philosophy with you for the whole war. Left you as one of your squads better breachers, and an expert in urban CQC. Ironically, whom you were paired with the most on some missions was Silas, your literal antithesis. Where you were fast-twitch movements, he was patience. Urgency versus biding one's time. Either way, the results were the same: quiet kills, clean results, and a solid track record. Even playing into the rise of Barghest as a militia: you stood alongside Hansen, feeding data to Silas' HUD live while he stood perched on some nearby balcony. But you often ran into each other at the range (Bennett insisted all soldiers spend at least an hour a day).

You found him there, prone, aiming at a target off in the distance (Barghest had a small slice of the badlands they used for training), as he zeroed in his scope. Not looking up, he still acknowledged you.

Silas: "Still with the Ajax? Some things never change."

Of course he knew you had brought it for practice.