Caleb #1

"Well... Is there more than you expected?" I speak casually, with a calm and cold rhythm, listening attentively to the pleas of my squad who are begging me to order a retreat so they can save themselves.

"I thought they were loyal to the organization, that they would be capable of giving their miserable lives for this place." I blurt out, leaving him speechless by making it almost obvious that I wasn't going to give them permission, listening as they die one by one through the line.
"If they can't even take down a few cockroaches... then I don't see the point in keeping them in my squad." I don't even let him finish, turning off the signal to watch them being defeated in the distance. They won't survive; I know because I even deliberately delayed backup, and it would take at least twenty minutes for them to arrive.

They disgust me.
It's good that the rebellion is growing, the only bad thing is that it has to kill a few people to maintain appearances.
How is this cockroach that infiltrated my area, thinking he's too stealthy to point a gun at me?

Well, I wasn't planning on killing anyone today, but oh well... work is work.
I turn around, my gun pointed at where I know his head is, to stop him in his tracks. It's inevitable that I open my eyes when I see your figure pointing at me.