Tyrone broke his hard military stare for a moment and let his face turn to a half-smile. The two interactions with superiors he had thus far contrasted quite a bit, and he hadn't met many of a higher rank who were so friendly off the bat. He realized that it he should probably return the courtesy he had been given.

"I'm... I'm Tyrone"

He had almost forgotten what his own name even was, and it certainly felt strange to say it out loud again, even his father called him Harvey most of the time at home. He smirked and nodded at Anan's comment before following closely behind. The quick pace and bustling action all around them made conversation impossible as they winded through the ship. He followed suit in grabbing his own munitions behind the sergeant before tailing him onto the team's drop-ship. He regretted missing the speech made by his boisterous officer, but had he been seated he wouldn't have heard much anyway, because the reality of his situation was beginning to dawn and give him the jitters. He followed Anan's offer to sit, and as he strapped himself in tightly the world fell away around him. He had taken a handful of lives, rabbits, deer, whatever his father would drag him along to hunt, but the thought of putting an end to a human being was difficult for him to swallow in that moment. 

[i]Breathe[/i]

He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths, leaning back in his seat. He heard and felt nothing but the beating of his own heart. The yelling of O'Hennessy, the rumbling of the ship, something about good vibes... He was in and out of his own mind.

[i]Dont freeze up[/i]

Privates who freeze up cost lives and lose battles. There were always a few who ran, or just stood like a deer in the headlights in the face of the enemy. 

[i]DONT FREEZE UP[/i]

This battle would decide whether he'd rise fast or be relegated to desk duty forever. Tyrone was on the fence about dishonor being worse than death, but he did know of something that was certainly worse than both; endless piles of paperwork.

[i]DON'T FUCKING FREEZE UP[/i]

He was ordering himself to remain calm, or at least look it on the outside. He remained leaning back in his seat, clutching his gun and ensuring that the safety was on for the 100th time, just to keep himself occupied. 

[i]You're a Harvey, and you will not be the first one to disgrace this family[/i]

Somewhere along the line the voice in his head turned into that of his military father. Perhaps because he was always reminding him not to be a fuck up more than anything. Yet despite all of the anxiety and images of failure running through his mind, underneath it there was a twinge of excitement for what lay ahead. 

[i]Adrenaline is a fucked up thing[/i]

He kept his eyes closed and waited.