Soldier

The match is won, and combat is over.
Soldier madly grins, his torso splattered with fresh, crimson blood, rocket launcher held high over his shoulder as he relishes in the joy of victory.
GOOD MATCH, MEN! WE GAVE THEM HELL! This is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT to our progress in the war! He walks past his scattering, decrepit teammates. I will being seeing you all in the quarters!