Faw puts some spring into his step and sprints towards the pop up cover 20 meters away, dolphin diving behind the barricade to hopefully dodge any bullets coming his way.
After hitting the concrete floor, Faw sighs in exasperation and tries to let the tension out of his arms and legs. He lets out a low, nervous chuckle, and wonders if he's going to end up like Yui, her burial site 50 meters long and 50 meters wide, strewn all about the roof of an office building. It'd be nice to die a hero's death, like Geary's, but down on the ground, the grim reality of the situation is displayed in full, the brutality of it unobscured by kilometers of altitude or unabstracted by HUD readouts of maps of friendly or enemy positions and radio confirmations of "good hits" or "fire effective."
Even though, he thought, he was already doomed, it'd be a lot more difficult to sacrifice himself down here rather than up there.
He makes sure his rifle is ready to fire, and readies it with shaky hands.