Chris took a deep breath as he buried his face in his hands. Too early. He was sitting outside on a bench, coffee next to him, and the sun was just rising. He was wearing his jacket over a plaid shirt and tee, and jeans. He bothered with the school uniform even less on mission days, finding it too restricting to his movement. He took a sip of his drink as he watched the sun rise over the trees. He stood up, and turned around as he walked back to his dorm room. Time to prepare.

He stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and threw on a pair of sweats. He stepped up to the sink, and followed the rest of his routine; brushing his teeth, shaving, etc. A thought suddenly struck him, just how mundane all of this was. He followed the routine every morning, just to get to the same classes every day, and do the same things in his off-time every night. At least today would be a little different. Maybe even exciting. It would depend on how much he had to babysit the newbies, really, but at least they would be taking orders from him. Actually, it was about time to get out there. It was best to be early for this sort of thing, and he hadn't even eaten.

He was already standing in the landing zone when the others started to arrive. He'd left pretty early to account for digesting the simple breakfast he'd picked up on the way. He was dressed in his standard mission gear: a black compression shirt, short-sleeved, khaki cargo pants, military boots, a tactical harness and holsters/sheaths, and kneepads, his sniper rifle hanging in its sling on his back. Watching his team come in, he tried to associate names from the list to faces. No dice. His only guess was that Ralthavar was the orc. The name sounded orc-y enough, but even that was just a hunch. After they all settled down, Chris introduced himself. 

"Alright, everyone. I'm Chris. 5th year. This is Charlie Team, if you've forgotten, and I'll be babysitting you all today for this mission."

He glanced around at their faces, waiting to see if anyone would challenge him. 

"Good. Now. I'm not interested in micromanaging you. But if I give an order, you follow it. Understood?"

Again, he waited for a response. To date, nobody's ever challenged his authority during a mission. After a few moments, he smirked.

"Alright then," he said as he cracked his knuckles. "Let's do this, then. Oh, and... Try to have fun." 

He spent the ride in the Eagle mostly sitting in silence, not really having anything to say except the occasional one-word answer to a question asked. His main focus was on making sure all his weapons were in proper order. As they approached the drop site, he set himself up with his sniper, helping the other teams clear out the drop site. It wasn't long before the coast was mostly clear, and it was time to go.

"Charlie, let's move!"