Colonel_Spotter

“Good morning.” The Commander greeted them calmly, his eyes assessing them carefully. “So you would like to join the Coalition?” 
“Yes, sir.” Spotter saluted, his brother making the same motion by his side automatically, without speaking. 
“Your names are?” 
“Spotter, sir, and he is Snake.”  
The Commander nodded, extending his gloved hand to the twins. “It’s good to meet you, then. Welcome to the Resistance.” 
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“So you’re the new recruits.” A man the Commander had only introduced to them as Bogey spoke, stalking closer. “A sniper, and a melee fighter. Are you any good, or is it just for show?” He gestured at Spotter’s sniper rifle, and the katana by Snake’s side. 
“It’s just for show.” Spotter answered, catching Bogey slightly off guard. His twin smirked. 
Bogey raised an eyebrow at them, clearly regarding them as boastful. “There’s a decent target over there, made for sniper rifles. Ten shots. Try to hit them.” Spotter nodded, following the other sniper over. 
When Spotter hit the target ten times in the very center, Bogey took back his thoughts. 
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“Have you seen the ranking scores?” Blackout asked Spotter when he passed the twins in the hallway.  
“Yes, we have.” Spotter answered calmly, as they paused their brisk walk across the ship. 
“What did you both rank?” He seemed genuinely interested, unlike some of the others who only asked to jeer at them. 
“Both of us ranked Captain.” Blackout nodded eagerly. 
“That’s great! Mystic just ranked Major, and I got Corporal.” The young man seemed really excited, and Spotter regarded him with a slightly raised eyebrow as he nodded blankly. 
“Well done.” He said, his voice flat, but Blackout practically beamed at him. 
“Thanks! I’ll see you later!” And he was off, hurrying away, likely looking for his older brother. 
The twins looked at each other, shrugged, and kept walking. 
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“Are you sure that’s Snake?” Mystic asked Spar quietly. Spotter’s eyes flicked up, but he gave no other sign he’d heard what they were saying. “Which one has the sniper rifle again?” 
“I think that’s Spotter.” Spar answered. 
The two weren’t as quiet as they thought, as Bogey leaned over to them. “Spotter has the sniper rifle. Snake has the sword. It isn’t hard.” He sounded tired, like he’d been asked that question repeatedly. 
“They’re identical.” Mystic protested, trying really hard not to look at them as he said that. “And right now neither has their weapons! I’m supposed to be in charge here, and I really cannot mess that up.” Bogey sighed once more. 
“I don’t think they care.” He informed Mystic dryly. “They grew up twins, and the Commander messes them up half the time though he won’t admit it. They’re probably used to it.” 
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“I’m looking for Spotter.” The Commander stood in the doorway, glancing around the room. “You haven’t seen him?” All those present glanced up from their various activities, shaking their heads, except for one in the corner, whose lips twitched up in a smile. The Commander noticed it, and directed the next question at him. “Cross, have you seen Spotter?” He stepped into the room, and Cross hurriedly stood. 
“I heard you were looking for me?” A pale hand tapped the Commander’s shoulder, and he spun to face the tall, blond man.  
“Yes, Spotter, thank you Cross.” The Commander sighed in relief. “You’re on a sniper mission with Bogey, leaving tomorrow.” He continued in a low voice. “You’re going to Algeria, it’s a supervising mission to watch their raid and provide aerial support. It’ll take at least three days.” 
“Snake’s going on a sniper mission?” An identical voice asked, and the Commander turned to see the other twin. The other twin with a sniper rifle. Spotter. 
He glanced back at the twin he’d just been talking to, and saw Snake smirking at him, a sword at his belt. Cross was laughing quietly in the background, not quite out of earshot, but the rest of the room didn’t seem to have realized what happened. The Commander’s face turned red, and he scowled. 
“Snake, tell him what I said.” The Commander headed for the door, head down, trying not to look as embarrassed as he felt.