"Sir, jees, sir," Koski formally greeted his superior. He was surprised to find out there were not only one, but two colonels going to participate in the operation. Corporals, or at the very most sergeants were usually the rank to command squads of this size, but Koski guessed that the situation was so desperate that it required the sheer combat experience and skill that Colonels Ivanova and Cash would provide. Nonetheless, he was glad the squad had soldiers of various specializations joining in, making for a balanced strike-team.
The suit Colonel Alinova wore resembled something he's seen on fantasy games his boot camp comrades would play in the soldier home. It was his first time of seeing something magical first-hand, and it was an impressive sight. He couldn't imagine how powerful that stuff was, and realized that there was a lot he had to learn if he was to keep up.
Looks like I won't need to throw a smoke grenade to cover her; she's probably just going to walk through everything the bogeys have to offer.
Koski glanced over at the other colonel, Cash, who was the sniper in their squad. He could see the kind of intensity in his eyes he's only spotted on soldiers who have seen actual combat, and twitched a bit when he saw the machete he was carrying. The tip he gave them may have sounded redundant, but coming from him, was most likely a word of caution. He did notice the guy drinking before he got on, and it got the medic worried. Now that he thought about it, they were probably siblings too.
Sheesh, now that's a sniper colder than Häyhä himself, goddamn.