Sophia sniffed, slapping the dirt out of one of the magazines she was loading.

It was important work and she knew it. There were many bigger and stronger fighters than her.

She wasn't miffed at being relegated to backline duties due to her 'propaganda value'. Or that once the primary fighting was done with, they'd forced her into the backlines.

Ammunition was scarce, after all. And she was on the backlines. It was an indicator of how much they trusted her they were letting her handle so much 5.56.

Sophia took a pair of pliers, and carefully bent a magazine lip back into alignment, before holding it up to examine it.

They also said she was an 'intelligence asset', due to her brief period as a bug-puppet.

She sighed, stomping on her irritation. Widepetals had spent time as a Spider and one of the flowers. She had most of Widepetals' memories. The Spiders were by far the biggest threat to humanity longterm. She needed to get over herself.

She checked to make sure the magazine was reliably feeding into the mini-14 that she'd been