"I haven't sent them out to sea on an ice floe yet, or even threatened it." He fired back at the jab of being a good father, which he'd have argued he halfway was. A blunt, if inattentive father, but one who cared in his own way. He hadn't made a recruit totally cry yet, and had learned to temper his anger a few classes back after causing one class to go fully black.
It was an interesting thought experiment to consider how the other members of Rainbow would bring up their recruits. He paused in his drinking as he considered the other operators, and if they would have even passed their current class. Valkyrie would have been far more critical, telling them they had no business in counterterrorism if they couldn't handle a simple OP without the veterans giving out orders. He poured out two more shots as he tilted his head to one side, shrugging. "Perhaps I should have. My father did, and here I am."
He had a good relationship with his parents, despite that, perhaps a little more distance than they'd preferred, but they spoke when he had the time to call home, and approved of his profession, if only after realizing he wasn't retiring anytime soon. "I may ask Valkyrie to take care of them next mission," he confessed, giving his shot glass a swirl before downing it. "They need a lesson in sight lines, considering their performance. It wouldn't have passed selection, not in JTF, nor BUD/s." It was a harsh critique, but drinking led to honesty, and if he were fully truthful, the recruits needed more work than he had time to put in. "She's far more creative in the insults than I am, sacres be damned."
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It was an interesting thought experiment to consider how the other members of Rainbow would bring up their recruits. He paused in his drinking as he considered the other operators, and if they would have even passed their current class. Valkyrie would have been far more critical, telling them they had no business in counterterrorism if they couldn't handle a simple OP without the veterans giving out orders. He poured out two more shots as he tilted his head to one side, shrugging. "Perhaps I should have. My father did, and here I am."
He had a good relationship with his parents, despite that, perhaps a little more distance than they'd preferred, but they spoke when he had the time to call home, and approved of his profession, if only after realizing he wasn't retiring anytime soon. "I may ask Valkyrie to take care of them next mission," he confessed, giving his shot glass a swirl before downing it. "They need a lesson in sight lines, considering their performance. It wouldn't have passed selection, not in JTF, nor BUD/s." It was a harsh critique, but drinking led to honesty, and if he were fully truthful, the recruits needed more work than he had time to put in. "She's far more creative in the insults than I am, sacres be damned."