"Alright, good job on the takedown Nike. Baldwin, call for our pickup. I don't know about you but I'm ready to get the hell out of here"

"Roger that sir" 

The team set a defensive perimeter around the now destroyed convoy. Their HVT trussed up like a turkey. The Lieutenant lit a cigar and sighed slightly from exhaustion. The mission couldn't have gone more perfectly, a team of 6 successfully destroying a 60 man convoy without air support. Some would say that what they had done was impossible. "A word only found in the dictionary of fools" He muttered to himself as he exhaled smoke. 

He shifted around their perimeter, checking on each member of his team. Finally arriving to Nike, the HVT was eyeing her with a look of sheer hate. But his experience with the giant woman curbed any reckless abandon he may have been willing to muster. Nike didn't even pay him any attention, her gaze focused outward scanning for incoming threats. 

The Lieutenant took a final drag from his cigar, then ground the smoldering butt into the sand. He then looked to Nike. 

"All good here Corporal?" 

"A-okay sir" Nike replied shifting slightly. 

"Good hustle today, I was thoroughly impressed. This mission ran like clockwork, your skills and integration with the team have definitely improved."

"I'd agree sir."

The two sat in silence for a bit, scanning their surroundings, finally they could not handle the awkward tension 

(NOTE: CONVOY ASSAULT DID NOT GO COMPLETELY TO PLAN DUE TO LACK OF AIR, TEAM HAD TO RELY HEAVILY ON NIKE. SHE WAS PERFORMING FAR MORE DANGEROUS MANEUVERS, MUCH TO THE DISLIKE OF THE LT) 

"Listen I" They both blurted out.

"You first sir" Nike quickly said.

"Listen Nike, I get it. I'm not using you to your full potential. But I have damn good reasoning for doing so, we are all green fresh guys. The SOF guys that usually work with HFG's might be more at ease and willing to push you to your limits. But I sure as hell ain't. The ops we run with the pitiful amount of joint training we've had is exceptionally inhibiting."

Nike sighed slightly, a slight look of annoyance crept onto her face. "May I speak frankly sir?"

"Go ahead"

"What if you had Baldwin only run radios, or Fuentes only have medical gear? As rifles would detract from their respective jobs in the unit. The team's effectiveness would be stupidly inhibited. With the rest of the team members having to pick up the slack. That is exactly what you are doing right now. I get it, we're all new. But we're trained how to do our jobs. I've been taught how to take an enemy base unarmed, how to level buildings, and even go up against tanks. Yet in spite of knowing this, you intentionally neuter me for fear of me dying. Well sir, I'll tell you what I'm a lot harder to hit when I'm bounding and suppressing the enemy. Rather than trying to "grab cover" and sit in one spot trying to keep you guys from getting overwhelmed."