Zdislav kept his eyes looking down the barrel - or more accurately, barrels - of the M134 as the boat slowly made it's way towards the island. He had used whatever time he had on base to get acquainted with his UBACS kit, learning how to use it to it's maximum potential. While he could not say that he was a fan of the pattern, it appeared to be the team standard and he would just have to make do. His silenced CZ-805 hung from it's one-point sling beside him. Using whatever little time he had on base, he had further customized the weapon by sparsely painting it with a can of olive drab spray paint. The rifle was a huge chunk of black, making it easy to spot. Zdislav hoped that the paint-spatter pattern on his weapon would at least break up its outline and make him harder to spot.

As always, he had a kheffiyeh wrapped around his neck and pulled up to cover his nose and mouth. The smell of the open seas never did sit well with him, regardless of how many amphibious operation training missions he had undergone. He listened intently to Huscarl's briefing while keeping uncharacteristically quiet. Night operations, especially out at sea where the environment was featureless at best, played havoc on his nerves. He looked left and right, straining his eyes to look for anything out of the ordinary. He paid only enough attention to know what he would need to do. Taking out the Titan emplacements seemed straightforward enough. If possible, he would try a covert sabotage and mess with the electronic or mechanical systems. If not, then he would either rig it with C4 or shoot it from afar with his RPG.

Zdislav wasted no time in getting off the boat and onto dry land when they hit the beach. He moved forward a few steps and dropped to a knee with his assault rifle up and at the ready. "Area is clear. It appears we slipped in just fine." He said quietly over the radio.