(If you want what they look like, Search up Grave/Digger Shock trooper)

  A Jeager holds a picture close, life draining from his hands, as his eyes fade.

  "Stay with me..!" The Flame trooper whispers, frantically messing with his FAK, trying to operate on the dying man.

  "It's no use... I—I'm sorry... Tell her I'm sorry." The Jaeger whispers, his ragged breaths echoing in the empty cave before his body goes limp.

  "Damnit!" He clenches his fists against the Jaeger's chest, his head hanging low. "It's no use, We better get out of here before we get shot dead." The Radio trooper says, her hand fiddling with her headset.

  "No! I'm not leaving here until I burn those bastards down!" He raises his Flamethrower, opening the VALVe of his tank, before a Storm Trooper puts a hand onto the barrel.

  "Whoa there, Pyro. Save the fuel for the last stand, yeah?" he said, his gruff Texan accent thick in the dark caves.

  "..fine.." He stands up from his crouch, and starts following the Radio Trooper. "You know, that was kinda cool how you stole their kit and killed the last of them.." The Radio trooper said.

  "Yeah, well, try being a SGM for once, PFC." He responded.

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  Meanwhile, Golden Empire base.

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  The yellow lights hum overhead in the crudely dug-out base, their glow flickering against wooden pillars that barely keep the rock from caving in.

  Inside, Two Shock troopers, the last of their team for now.

  "So it's just us?" The Bulwark asked, loading his Lewis gun, the racking of it's bolt sounding around the base.

  "Yeah. Soldat Corps said they're sending two more soldiers in... five minutes?" Anti-Materiel said.

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  "Five minutes for two people is not enough, yes?" He paced around, holding his Lewis tight. His head pointed down.

  "Five minutes for two people is not enough, yes?" Bulwark muttered, pacing in tight circles. His grip tightened around the Lewis gun, knuckles whitening. The damp air pressed heavy on his shoulders.

  "Sometimes, I hate you."

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  A bit later.

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  "One Bulwark, one Anti-Materiel," Storm whispered, his hands gripping Radio's binoculars.

  "Damnit, I thought I took their second-to-last kit," Storm seethed, gripping his MP-18 tightly. "I oughta shoot those idiots down right n—"

  "Shh!" Radio said, her fingers—litterally 4 digits—pressed onto his scarf. "You better shut up when you're using my Binoculars."

  "So.. when do we charge?" Flame said.

  Radio nabs back her Binoculars. "Right about..." She pulls out 'Commander's Will', a M1917 Trench Carbine.

  "Now!" She opened fire, hitting the AM Trooper in the helmet, as they charged forward.

  "Fuuuck! They attacked now?!" Bulwark shouted, barely audible from the gunshots from the opposing Storm trooper.

  AM ran his way to his rifle and quickscopes Flame trooper straight in the chest, knocking him over, before getting his gun grabbed and thrown away by Shock.

  "Jesus—! I surrender!!" AM threw his hands up, not wanting to get turned into Trypophobia bait by Storm.

  "Good choice, yeah?" He quickly took cover from the incoming MG fire, reloading 'The Reaper.'

  Radio fired a flare, the burning projectile smacking straight onto Bulwark's helmet. The bright magnesium light clung to the surface, hissing and spitting sparks into his eyes. "AHH! MY EYES, MY EYES!!" He screamed, dropping his Lewis gun and trampling over a few crates, before shooting his hand up.

  Radio put Commander's Will into the slit of Bulwark's helmet, racking the gun, showing that.. she's not fucking around.

  Storm rushed to Flame trooper, who sat on the floor, frantically trying to operate on himself—like he had any chance of fixing a .50 Remover round to the chest. "Are you okay?!"

  "Jeez, Storm I'm— I'm fine..!" He was not fine, his tank was leaking fuel, and he was bleeding out, quickly. "I'm a danger to you all, stay a- away!"

  He forced himself up, staggering forward like a dead man walking. His breaths were ragged, his hands shaking."No! Flame, don't—"

  He fell, His body hit the ammo cache, and for a brief second, there was silence.

  Then, an explosion swallowed him whole.

  The ensuing explosion rattled the caves, some rocks falling onto Storm's helmet, his legs shook, as the explosion nearly set him on his back.

  Radio looked up, her fingers tightening around her gun. She didn't say anything. What could she say? She just watched as Storm stared into the fireball.

  After a few seconds, he went over to AM's building and started kicking it. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck!" He kicked harder, fists clenched so tight they shook.

  But no matter how much he screamed, how much he kicked, Flame wasn't coming back.

  (New story! :o yeah, i'm taking all manpower from doing Red's misadventures to do this i think, as it's a 'one of a kind' rwby and gd fanfic (i say as there's a jaune x gd one. :mfw:))