Myrinda kept her face strictly neutral. She had been reprimanded in the past for rolling her eyes at her superiors and she didn't care to be put on KP when she got back from this mission. Assuming of course, but then veterans always assumed they would make it back. Out of fellow feeling she winked at the newbie, they were close enough to equal rank that she felt comfortable with the gesture. It was a little bit of a misnomer to call them green. Simulations at the academy were pretty advanced, not quite the real thing of course but close. In a way she figured it was better. Soldiers got used to war as a game, troops were pieces that got moved around. Don't think of laying on the ground with your intestines blown open, just do your job, win the game.

She checked her chrono, time to button up. She pulled on her helmet and sealed it, exchanging her peripheral vison for protection, communications and optics. She started running a comms check on the squad, making sure everyone was miked up.

"Bravo two one," she spoke keying the comm net to the squad, "commo check."