"Bodily scan, recognized welcome Sergeant Carm" a robotic voice said.
Carm was instantly startled by the voice
"Who are you!" Carm shouted drawing his M1911A1 Pistol from the holster on his waist.
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(Despite it not being a standard issue weapon on the modern battlefield, the 1911 was Carm's personal choice of handgun when he wasn't blatantly trying to show off with something larger. The 1911 fires .45 ACP, which is carried in bulk aboard his tank, which makes it more practical than a regular 9mm pistol in his case.)
At first Carm thought that he was being lured here, possibly for enemy counterintelligence.
The first thing on his mind was to find a way to escape.
Both entrances were blocked, he was in a freaking tight predicamen-
*thunp
*thunp
*THUNP
Footsteps, coming from one of the doors.
*click!
Safety off.
Carm went up right next to the door, so that whatever enemy that entered would get a .45 ACP soul-killer to the face.
*CusHHHHHH
The door opened, hydraulics hissing to open the heavy door.
. . .
A few seconds passed
"You in here?" The person said in an American accent
Carm carefully stayed out of view lines.
"Hello?"
Carm sucked his breath in, holding it
"Someone's gotta be in there."
He must've heard him sucking his breath in!
He took one step forwards, entering the room that Carm was in.
