“Whoops,” Brenn muttered. He turned around, pistol in hand, as his squad fell from the sky, into enemy territory.
“Better catch up with ‘em. Squad leader won’t be happy if I’m late to his party.”
As he continues back up the street, a bright glare erupts over the hills, turning the grey sky into a glorious peach, then orange, and finally blue. It is a dazzling sunrise, highlighting exactly where the enemy is. Unfortunately, that also puts allies at a slight disadvantage, marching toward an enemy position while looking towards the sun.
Glad we shock troops get the fancy visors, Brenn thought. Poor grunts following after aren’t so lucky. Not fun, fighting with this glare.