United Kingdoms

- Miserable bastards... - Helmut muttered with lifeless lips. He wanted to be a coward and delegate the thorough inspection to the soldiers, but the medallion, tightly clenched in his fist, gave him a little peace of mind; and besides, he was the squad commander and had a responsibility. Repeating the endless mantra in his head that he had to feed his family, and trying not to vomit or pass out, the warrior (and Gale) inspected the camp, the bodies, and the surrounding areas in search of clues or other signs that could provide information.