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The Ranger, Scarlet, was standing on the Frontline in a trench that was being blasted by artillery rounds of howitzers from the enemy side. Soldiers toppled over scared as a shell banged right in front of them, blowing up into plumes of smoke and sand. Soldiers screamed in pain while laying in the trench, scared for their lives. Soldiers with arms blown off, others with legs blown off, called for help. The Ranger of the Army looked down at the bloody soldiers that were dying any second from now. She blinked then looked back up, London blue topaz eyes shining darkly in the sunlight of the morning day. She brandished a magazine from her side belt at her left hip and then turned it up, inserting it into the AN-94 Russian gun in her hand. She was the only allied soldier who had a Russian gun in battle. Others used M4A1s, or the national XM7, which she preferred, but she liked her AN-94 too much to let it go.