Eric placed the last bit of sandwich in his mouth. He sat silently chewing and watching the British man pace the room wildly. Eric rolled his eyes, this was going to be a shitshow. He looked around watching everyone else settle in. He wasn't entirely sure if he could just take a nap, or if they were going to have some higher directive for the rest of the day. The military tended to do that, asking jet lagged, tired soldiers to do tasks the second their boots were on the ground.

Ruven heard the doors bang open, and turned to look, seeing a captain and some unidentified NCO enter. Eric stood up, going to a lazy parade rest. The operational Air Force generally only went to standby for high ranking ncos, not just normal sergeants. But in the special forces, that wasn't common. Unless you were in training, then you went to attention for cadre. Ruven just followed the example of the Marine. Better to be overly courteous than to get paperwork for not doing it.

Ruven examined each of the two officers. The captain looked new, like he had never seen combat. Probably a desk jockey. Ruven assumed there were a lot of them assigned here. Men who had never been to war, but had good reviews or bad, and needed to either pad their resumes with working here, or had been sent here to disappear. The NCO on the other hand, looked like he had been on the losing side of every war in the last century, and Ruven immediately respected it. The two were the obvious Officer Enlisted relationship. The Officer asks for something, and the Enlisted get it done, regardless of the cost.