Johnson, outfitted in full gear and a ghillie suit as Mongo was, crouched low as he scanned the target area. He looked at Mongo through all the dust and wind and then glanced down at his Motion Tracker.Mongo was kneeling in the dirt of the new world trying to look like he was a tree or a shrub or what ever the hell this planet used for flora, with the scope of the rifle looking like it was glued to his eye scanning for movement or anything else he could spot in the mist near the target.
"Johnson you spot anything in this damn mist?" Mongo asked his spotter.
(OOC Sorry for the lack of posting...Been off Post for a while running a mission to Kentucky. I'm back now.)