Hadn't he already been deployed in various parts around the Euqator before being transferred to Task Force Zero, Erik would have thought he'd end up like a dry raisin under that Pacific sun that burned hotter than the cheese and sauce of a pizza just taken out of the oven. But he wasn't melting, thank God. Or thank the top brass who had sent him all over the place to...do stuff. 

Erik had been sitting on top of the flight deck, staring out onto the vaste ocean through his aviator-sunglasses when the lovely hum of the aircraft carrier's engine was cut off by helicopters landing just behind him. "...I guess the briefing starts soon then...Oh well, it wasn't like I was doing anything important." 

Walking across the flight deck, he quietly followed the newcomers down into the dephts of the Beast itself. "It's a four 5-bladed propellor, driven by two nuclear reactors. You owe me a beer." He said casually to a guy passing him, who turned after Erik with a look of surprise on his face. -"How the fuck did you guess that?"

"Didn't guess. I listened. I prefer dark beer, remember that."

The briefing room was starting to get crowded when Erik entered, only a few who Erik had met. "Hey, my name's Erik. I'm an alcoholic."