Ward held his salute stance until Mackenzie saluted back. He silently assumed an at ease position and listened closely to the briefing. He spared a brief look about the group. Wasn't alot of them, but the lot that is there, would be plenty. Just have to trust the command, relay the orders clearly, making sure the kids, and damned were they young, stayed alive. And also make sure he did his job. He could already tell alot of the rest of the squad is outfitted for close to medium range fighting. He'd be the only one with a longer range precision weapon. He'd have to make sure he kept his unit alive against the snipers and marksmen of the other side.

As the briefing wrapped up he snapped off a salute, and went to find the rest of his kit. Dropping his small kit duffle bag by the table that held the things that he'd need. Gathering it all up, placing it where he'd be able to reach it quickly and easily, none of the bullshit having to reach into a bergen or a badly out of place kit bag. His stripper clips sliding into the front two pouches of his kit harness, Mill's bombs in the pouches meant for them. He slid his Russian style machete into a blade holster on his left shoulder. Where he could quickly grab it. He tested the quick release holster a few times before locking the machete into place. Lastly he swung the rifle he'd brought with him off his shoulder. It isn't the same one he had been issued when he shipped out to France over a decade ago. But it was the second one he ever got after the first one was lost in the evacuation from France. This one had been tooled up, scuffed, banged, dropped, used as a club, dropped in a river North of Berlin, and actually shot straighter then it did before. He checked the magazine, and removed the five round he had placed in there to keep the gun primed. Slotting them away in an extra pouch in case he had to do some quick loading. In fact he grabbed a few extra loose rounds and filled that extra pouch with them just in case. Smoke grenades, orienteering kit, and a few things he'd need for weapon and kit repairs, just in case on the field.

He swung the rifle over his shoulder again and made to head towards the lift. He did stop along the way to search a pile of soda cans by the lift, grabbing the tabs off them and pocketing them. All that done he went off whistling a tune soft. As ready as he could be for what comes.

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As the lift rose to the deck he stood in the rear of the group as the lift began to rise. And he had to give the boy Daniel a look that spoke volumes, all of them saying, _You are an idiot._ He shook his head murmuring, "Children...What the hell is command thinking sending children here. Even if they are Marines." 

Ward nodded as the fire teams were split up and he moved a little closer to his team members. Flashing the Captain a quick salute and giving Daniel a half nod. He'd need to see the young guns here prove themselves before he'd give them too much respect.

Ward smiled at the Captain nodding, "Sir, you let me worry about the far and deadly. I can still shoot with the best of them. You can count on that sir." He looked to Parsons, turning to look at him face on, "I'm gonna say this now lad. If I ask you for help, you do not finish what you are doing, you drop it as fucking fast as you possibly can, pull up your panties and get to my side faster then you'd fucking squirt your first load in your first lady love. Because if it turns out I do need your help it's alot more important then what ever the fuck you were doing." He clapped the young man on the side of the neck, "Do not let us down. You think the Captain would fuck you up, I'd file off your balls off. I'm an armorer, you know I can." The lift reached the deck.

Felix Ward greeted the sound, smell and feel of the water and the ever present drone of a Navy ship and smell of petrol and other things in the air. He looked over to see two helicopters buzz into the distance. And noticed the other one waiting. Their ride most like. He nodded, humping over to the helicopter. He loaded in second to last, as he wanted to be out and ready to combat any long range fire as quickly as he could. no doubt when they put down there'd be loads of long distance fire to take care of.

As soon as he's in, he quickly loaded in two full stripper clips into his Lee Four, cocking a round into the chamber, and placed the muzzle squarely on the floor of the helicopter. Off to war again, like going home.