Sokol stood and snapped to a salute as the captain entered, stupid muscle memory. If it wasn't obvious enough from her blue and gray fatigues, Sokol was a soldier through and through. "Sir, begging your pardon, but what kind of black ops bullcrap are we being dragged into? Unless Legs there is packing some grade A Ironman crap and Ruskie there is the best damn rebel the East can offer, not sure just what the hell we're all doing. And I'm not even sure what her deal is," the soldier nodded towards Gwen, "but this seems to be the most random mix of soldiers, wannabe soldiers, civvies, and cripples we could possibly gather. So I'd love to know what the hell we're getting into, Sir, if we could skip all this bullcrap and get to the part where you brief us on some screwball shit that the labcoats have cooked up on how America is gonna save the day once again."