Carl winced as he had to slow down, falling behind some and sighing when Ross had to come back for him. He growled, "Teaches me to crash in a perfectly good helicopter." He let himself be helped up to the LZ then had to sit down, digging around in his pouches for another painkiller, "The medics are going to have a field day with me. I'm never going to live this down." He swallowed a painkiller with a splash of water. Looking around. He took pulled out a purple smoke canister and added it to the drop smoke. Just to make sure. He groaned a little, the adjusted himself so he had a firing line down the slop they came up. Just in case they had to defend their position, his jacked up ankle wouldn't let him move all that much anymore, so he had to trust in his armor for this one.

Nolan sat with his back against one of the walls of the hide. Looking out at the snowy scene. Keen eyes picking out the forms of the SEALs and the Juggernauts out there. He hrmed, finishing off the last bite of the energy bar he'd been nibbling on, "Gotta give it to them, they don't give up." He wiggled back down and got into position with his rifle. Tucking the butt against his shoulder, and checking his sighting card again, familiarizing himself with the distances they had calculated when they had set in. He adjusted his position and looked carefully out at the lower reaches of the their operation area. He looked for Lookie-loos, peekers, scouts for the enemy that they all knew were likely behind the quartet down below. He rubbed his chin, "Think those bastards down below are going to make a try for it? I don't see anyone obvious...doesn't mean they don't have someone watching, and radioing to whatever fighters are in range that the group of escapees are at a stop now."