"Nothing cruder," he said with a shrug, scrolling up to verify just in case, before tucking his phone away. "I only mentioned we may have done a better job than all of the continentals combined, with half the team, n'oubliez pas." No one would admit to it, but there was a sort of running contest between North America and the entirety of Europe to who produced the better teams. Nothing too serious of course, but what was life without a little competition?
He chuckled as he settled back into his seat, resting his eyes as he reclined back, thinking about how nice it'd feel to be back on base, changed and preferably with a fifth of liquor. "Sacres are how we communicate best. Someone gives you shit, and you ah— tell them ferme ta gueule. To shut up." He fell silent for a moment, rolling his neck before continuing. "We'll make an operator out of you one day, in one language or another. Drinking's only half the requirements."
He lost track of the time on the ride, drifting between being half alert and falling asleep every few minutes. By the time they touched down, he was more than ready to change and sleep, but promises were promises. "I need thirty minutes. If you haven't fallen asleep by then, I'll show you the worst bar in Herefordshire."
He gave Legolas a lazy salute, before turning to the remaining recruits and telling them they moved as fast as his grandmother fucked. It might have been partially for Legolas' sake, maybe to elicit a swear from him, in case a clever insult was all that was needed to get him in the mood. The team hustled, and he trudged off, dismissing them with a wave of his hand and scowl.
Thirty minutes was overkill, but enough time to get showered, changed, and almost looking presentable. He and the majority of Rainbow would never be able to shake the look of being pure military. The neighbors might have hated them for the mess they made of the neighborhood, but the bars certainly approved of the spike in customers. "Shall we?" He asked mildly, crossing his hands over his chest and looking far more refreshed than he'd been all day.
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He chuckled as he settled back into his seat, resting his eyes as he reclined back, thinking about how nice it'd feel to be back on base, changed and preferably with a fifth of liquor. "Sacres are how we communicate best. Someone gives you shit, and you ah— tell them ferme ta gueule. To shut up." He fell silent for a moment, rolling his neck before continuing. "We'll make an operator out of you one day, in one language or another. Drinking's only half the requirements."
He lost track of the time on the ride, drifting between being half alert and falling asleep every few minutes. By the time they touched down, he was more than ready to change and sleep, but promises were promises. "I need thirty minutes. If you haven't fallen asleep by then, I'll show you the worst bar in Herefordshire."
He gave Legolas a lazy salute, before turning to the remaining recruits and telling them they moved as fast as his grandmother fucked. It might have been partially for Legolas' sake, maybe to elicit a swear from him, in case a clever insult was all that was needed to get him in the mood. The team hustled, and he trudged off, dismissing them with a wave of his hand and scowl.
Thirty minutes was overkill, but enough time to get showered, changed, and almost looking presentable. He and the majority of Rainbow would never be able to shake the look of being pure military. The neighbors might have hated them for the mess they made of the neighborhood, but the bars certainly approved of the spike in customers. "Shall we?" He asked mildly, crossing his hands over his chest and looking far more refreshed than he'd been all day.