Oskar lays the man's body well away from the edge of the roof and quickly strips it of any grenades or other useful kit. That done he crab walks to the back of the roof and waves an all clear signal to the unit. From his high vantage point Oskar does his best to indicate the positions of the rest of the enemy soldiers before creeping back to the forward edge of the roof to keep an eye on the tank and the soldiers surrounding it.
Ivan will go for the lone sentry to the north
Stealth
Ivan fails miserably at stealth. I think he stepped on broken glass.
As Ivan sneaks north he runs right into one of the gray cats the Egyptians are so fond of. The surprised animal meows loudly and runs away.
The guard right in front of Ivan turns around and peers into the darkness..
Meanwhile Oskar has found a pack of cigarettes, and some pin-up photos besides a rifle and some ammunition.
Stealth
Ivan curses the cat, softly.
Stumbling backwards Ivan tries to find a hold, but the door knob he grabs is an old and rotten thing and so he falls on his back with a muffled shout of anger.
The Italian guard, not expecting any enemies in this forlorn desert village, asks
Luigi? Sei bevuto ci risiamo?
Luigi? Are you drunk again?
Phil catches his breath and remains poised like a gangly cat in the shadows.
From his position of delicate cat-like poise, Phil slowly turns his head to take in his fellow Special Squad commandos to see if any are still moving...
Ach, th' nerves act op durin' times such as these...Ah 'ope th' lads are ok.
What the hell is Ivan doing...
The major's left eyebrow twitches nervously as he waits in the shadows...
Gregori waits impatiently for all hell to break loose. That is the moment Gregori is set loose.
Phil's nose starts twitching... something in the air was irritating it and a calamitous sneeze was building and building. Bugger, we best get moving soonish or I'll blow our cover and bring the lot of them down on us...
Ivan looks around from his recumbent position and tries to roll into the shadows. There he stays silent, hoping that the guard dismisses the noise.
Stealth:
The guard seems not satisfied with his comrade saying nothing and so he flips his cigarette away and moves closer, suddenly there is tension on the moonlit face of the man...
Phil gives Gregori a subtle elbow, then gestures towards the approaching guard. Whispering "I think he said Russian vodka takes like horse piss..." hoping that will have the desired effect of a drastic reduction of the Italian's lifespan.
The guard stops and peeks further into the darkness, unable to spot the now well-hidden Ivan.
After a moment the man just shakes his head, shrugs and goes back to his sentry point.