"I can be fairly quiet, but if there are those better suited..." Finally, he thought. He was sick of water; water didn't mix well with heavy guns, and he and heavy guns mixed well. Do the math, he prefers land. Land now seemed good, and he was ready to get upon it quickly as possible. Yanking the plastic off his rifle and machine gun, calibrating his NVGs for a bit of preference, he cocks his first shot into the chamber. "...I am much better covering for you than sneaking though. Do it fast."