[h1][center]PFC Colin Nelson[/center][/h1]

Colin wiped the sweat from his brow, Gallian rifle barrel sticking up from behind his back. [i]This must be the coach house[/i]. "Well, looks ok. I'll see when I get inside." he whispered to himself, and walked on in. He walked fairly quickly, despite him visibly not being in any kind of hurry. As he stepped inside, he let his thoughts zoom by. He didn't know what squad he was apart of now. His last one had been hit hard and then broken up into God knows how many pieces. They didn't tell him much, but from he had heard from those around him, he was being shoved into another squad like a poorly stitched up pair of pants. 

Didn't really matter to Colin, if he was honest. As long as he got to scout and shoot. It wasn't only what he was good at, but he knew a good scout could actually make a difference in the war. He wondered who he'd meet in his new squad. With thick dark hair and similar colored eyes, he smiled generously as he made his way into the center room. [i]Girls, guys, older, younger? One way to find out[/i].