The wounded commando gathers the dead one's stuff and brings it to Faw.
Faw receives:: Get changed fast, we're gonna go deeper in and see what more we can break.
Faw quickly gets to work, replacing his pilot's armor with the dead soldiers breastplate and fastening the greaves and arm guards to his body. He clips the chest rig to his body armor, making sure it's safely secured to his person before stuffing the pockets full of ammo and grenades. Finally, he takes off his pilot's helmet and puts on the dead soldier's headpiece.
Faw hesitates for a second after getting suited up. He takes a deep breath, drawing the smoky, acrid air of the battlefield into his lungs and pushing his gut out. He takes a look at the mutilated soldier pinned to the wall, and exhales slowly. He then speaks.
"Alright." He stops for a second and picks up the rifle. "Let's go."