My face is covered by a balaclava and im covered from head to toe in military gear. I expect this taskforce group to be in the best shape. This mission is dangerous, cartels are our main problem lately. What a bunch of shitheads this group is though, a bunch of rookies. I sigh, my hands on my gun as our helicopter glides through the air, soon landing in a field about 2 miles from the base. My face stays cold and hard, my deep voice booms in the field, demanding respect. "Listen up everyone!"
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