"I see..." he said with a nod, understanding the sentiment of the Father's intentions. Who was Marcus to judge someone for trying to be prepared when he had more blades on his person than an exhibit of medieval weaponry? He nodded towards each of the men as Mea made the introductions, and then the smile that was already on his face growing ever slightly at the sight of the concealed smile pulling at the corners of her lips. As he began to speak, his eyes noticed the sudden flare of Yousef's nostrils and the slight bulge of his eyes as he'd watched himself and Mea shake hands. His right eyebrow twitched upwards ever slightly as he studied Yousef for a few seconds behind the shield of his Aviators. It didn't take a brain surgeon to realize that Yousef was madly in love with the woman standing infront of him, though he doubted any of it had ever been actually put to spoken word. He had probably been placed under the 'big brother' category and was forever bent on hating any man she came into contact with.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him, knowing that the feeling of rejection while watching the person you cared for being with other people was a unique kind of pain in itself. As Yousef spoke, he could hear the thick Israeli accent rolling through his broken English. His words brought a small chuckle from Marcus, his smile turning into a hint of a smirk.<br/><br/>"Let me guess....." He said, nodding towards Gerad, "He likes to leave the toilet seat up...." he then looked towards Yousef, "His feet probably stink...." He then looked towards Mea, a playful glint in his eyes beneath his shades, "And you.... you're the worst of all.... you like to hide the remote don't you...?" He said, his lips breaking out into a small grin. He knew it was slightly cheesy, but it was his way of breaking the awkwardness that would surely ensue if he didn't do something about it. Feeling comfortable with your teammates was an absolute must if you would have to entrust them with your very life.<br/><br/>As he continued to look at Mea, he couldn't help but feel the sharp knife of hurt stabbing him in his gut. She resembled Rachel so much, it was even more obvious now that they were in such close proximity, that he could swear he was staring at her ghost. This was definately going to take some getting used to. "Covert ops huh....? Looks like we already have something in common. I was covert ops in the Marines for the majority of my service.... though I'm sure you already know that by now." He said with another small laugh.<br/><br/>He let his eyes slip back to Yousef's form. He had a feeling he would be the hardest to warm up to, either they were going to simply sit and glare at each other for the duration of the mission, content with ignoring each other's existence, or it was probably going to come to some sort of a near-violent blow out and then everything would be smooth afterwards. He had a feeling it was probably going to end up being the latter of the two.