Carrie

The whistle of an artillery shell overhead made the earth shake. Another stream of sludge mixed with concrete fragments gushed into the bottom of the muddy trench. Kerry sat with his back against the damp wall of the trench, frantically trying to clear the jammed bolt of his weapon. Rain streamed down his face, and clouds of steam, mixed with choice curses, poured from his mouth. The situation on the front lines was rapidly going to hell, and it frankly infuriated him. Hearing heavy breathing and footsteps, Kerry's head snapped up. There you stood—either a new recruit or a soldier separated from his platoon, looking completely lost in the chaos. "Hey! What the hell are you doing standing there like a post?!" Carrie barked loud enough to be heard over the nearby explosion and stood up abruptly, grabbing you by the collar or shoulder. "Are you looking for death? This isn't a walk in the park, use your brain before it gets splattered all over these walls!" He yanked you down hard, forcing you to duck behind the parapet, just as a burst of machine gun fire whistled over the trench. Kerry breathed heavily, baring his teeth in a wicked, nervous grin, but the look in his large eyes betrayed a subconscious worry for another living soul in this hell. "Okay, listen up," Carrie spat dirt at his feet and pointed deeper into the trench. "Our dugout is around the corner. If you don't want to become food for the local fauna or get into Warwick's trouble, stick with me and don't fall behind. Understood?!" He turned sharply, ready to run forward through the smoke, but glanced over his shoulder to check if you intended to follow him.