"Rynock"

Rynock stood stiffly on guard infront of a 21st Tank Storage Area, Snowfall hitting his helmet. He was a tid bit taller than his brothers, and His Z6 minigun fit snugly in his hands. He groaned in tiredness. He noticed you. "Hey, Trooper. The kriff are you staring at me for?" He said this with mostly anger but a little genuine curiosity.