"Better theirs than ours," he repeated a tried and true, if morbid, mantra. It was unsanitary, probably smelled even worse, but they couldn't ask for more than a clean mission, with no injured or KIA.
He didn't like the idea of Legolas going ahead alone, even if he knew what Legolas could handle himself. Still, there was no argument from him, just a short grunt of acknowledgement and nod, before turning to the rest of the team and telling them to get a move on. They didn't need a second warning. The team gathered and took the time to look after each other, doing quick armor checks and triage for the hostages.
Everyone looked liked they'd just gone through hell and back. They were all covered in a grimy layer of dirt and gunpowder, and there was a tear where a bullet had gone through the fabric and caught on the ceramic plate. Fortunately the hostages looked none the worse for wear. They shivered and cried, but the more empathetic of the team was already busy comforting them, telling them that they were safe and in good hands.
For Buck, 'hunkering down' was never easy. He preferred to be on the move: either in the action, or scouting it out. Still, he couldn't just ignore a request (technically a command) just because he wanted to, so instead he busied himself with a quick report back to base, giving them the quick summary on a mission completed and requesting exfil. When asked where, and if immediately, he paused, turning on comms to ask.
"We clear to leave this trash can?" Some phrases were just lost in translation. Valkyrie would have given him pure shit for it, and he would have sighed and explained how you couldn't call something just trash in French. Linguistic faux pas aside, it was a legitimate question.
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He didn't like the idea of Legolas going ahead alone, even if he knew what Legolas could handle himself. Still, there was no argument from him, just a short grunt of acknowledgement and nod, before turning to the rest of the team and telling them to get a move on. They didn't need a second warning. The team gathered and took the time to look after each other, doing quick armor checks and triage for the hostages.
Everyone looked liked they'd just gone through hell and back. They were all covered in a grimy layer of dirt and gunpowder, and there was a tear where a bullet had gone through the fabric and caught on the ceramic plate. Fortunately the hostages looked none the worse for wear. They shivered and cried, but the more empathetic of the team was already busy comforting them, telling them that they were safe and in good hands.
For Buck, 'hunkering down' was never easy. He preferred to be on the move: either in the action, or scouting it out. Still, he couldn't just ignore a request (technically a command) just because he wanted to, so instead he busied himself with a quick report back to base, giving them the quick summary on a mission completed and requesting exfil. When asked where, and if immediately, he paused, turning on comms to ask.
"We clear to leave this trash can?" Some phrases were just lost in translation. Valkyrie would have given him pure shit for it, and he would have sighed and explained how you couldn't call something just trash in French. Linguistic faux pas aside, it was a legitimate question.