"W-What?"
Pierre trembled as he accepted the rifle. He almost fell down as his center of gravity was thrown off by its weight. The XM7 rifle I gave him had a standard 30-round magazine and came equipped with accessories like a suppressor, optics, and other attachments.
It wouldn't have gone over 9 lbs. Yet this grown ass man still almost fell. He either has not exercised at all even after he died or was really just a complete weakling. I grew reminded of the vast differences in people.
Pixie the smallest and youngest of my soldiers was far braver. And despite the man before me having a wife and child, I would prefer fighting with Pixie than this coward.
'Sigh, what is the right approach here? Do I even hope for this guy to develop or just ignore him?'
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