(I re-wrote this post almost entirely- it takes a different sort of approach, since I really wanted something long (but I really skimped out on the first half I feel).)
(Also, awkward- I forgot Nolan's first name, and Andrew's second. I think his is Harris.)

Ross chuckled, as he looked to the other two.
"What can I do? I mean, you know...in this life or the next if women like her are around, I will probably get killed, you are right on that one. Didn't even have one, you know." Ross said, shaking his head, as he knew full well, she had done it out of fear-induction.
"To be fair to you Captain, she is a stunner. Not many large women retain that sort of beauty. I don't blame you for it, but make no mistake, that isn't mechanized. That's muscle and strength under that, both of them make us look like bugs." Jenny said in response, as she looked over to the snipers, who'd come in after the fight, moving through the town.
"Lads and Jenny, some Warrant Officer wants to talk to you. Says they need you outside." Andrew said, quickly pointing over, as Ross got off his barrel, the others behind.
"Fair enough. Let's see what they think of this madness." He said, as they headed to the gate, Natalie and Victor gone about two minutes ago or so.

Walking out, the FV510 Warrior came to a stop, with the rest of the infantry disembarking from the rear, one in particular moving over to the Juggernauts and the Snipers, who had walked out of the demolished front gate of the fort.
"Captain Henderson? Shit, you Juggernauts really are insane. Chief Warrant Officer Welch at your service." The Brit said, wearing a regular MTP uniform, with a Osprey Assault Vest and helmet, with a mesh net on it. He seemed pretty much like the others, the rank distinguishing him in particular.
"Yep, that's me. This is Lieutenant Carl Cardinal and Sergeant Jennifer Morrison. These wookies here are Lieutenant Nolan and Staff Sergant Harris." Pointing to the other two in the team and then the snipers, Ross kept his helmet in his left, and his Mk48 in his right, aware that the three were intimidating indeed in their stance, and the heavy Juggernaut suits they wore.
"You came late. Two contractors did most of this, ghost stories that you've probably heard are actually fucking real, but beyond that, this place is cleared. Shitloads of supplies, AA and militants, dead. I hear you're cleaning up- you may need more than a few mops for this one." Ross added, as the WO was amazed, looking beyond the three well armoured soldiers.
"Fucking hell....you aren't lying. We're setting up a Camp in here, Whiskey Company is setting up it's IFVs adjacent to the place, infantry are inside. The walls and everything are still standing, so it's still an important strategic defence in the area. Gunfighters have got them on the run to the Chinese borders, so we're going to work Anti-Insurgency from this place- the Royal Engineers are meant to be here by 1100 hours, and we've got a good amount of defences and barracks to set up. Not sure what your orders are from here, but you're welcome to join us here till they come through." Welch said, as Ross looked at the rest of the British contingent in the company, sweeping the town and the general area, going in also.
"Well, we're up for that. We need a resupply and some kip, so something for something I guess." Ross replied, as WO Welch nodded, looking over.
"We've got a couple of lorries coming in now. Help yourselves to what you need- this is some seriously nice work. No doubt you took bullets in those suits, we've heard stuff about you all over the place." Welch added, as Ross chuckled.
"We've travelled far and wide, but it's what we dish out, Warrant Officer." Ross simply said, as he looked around, back to his team.
"Well....off we fuck for some ammo and sleep." Ross said simply, as Jenny shook her head, in the simple manner he said it, before falling in, swinging her MG4 over her shoulder.

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Natalie clambered into the Chinook, following behind Victor, as she watched him put him somewhere the opposite of comfy.
"Shame I wasn't unarmored, or else I'd of drawn both of my plump two cannons on him." Natalie said, laughing giddily, as she then checked her M134.
"Scaring people with words sometimes works better. Lasts a lot longer, mentally fucks them." She added, as she took her faceplate off completely, leaving it on her neckbrace, as she looked to Victor, cuddling up closer by his side as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, looking him in the eyes.
"You're the only person I fear, you know. Brings my heart rate up, any other human, not so much you know? I mean....you're that spark on crude oil. Just waiting to really surprise me..." Natalie said, edging closer as she kissed him on the cheek, the Pilot a little awkwardly interupting.
"30 seconds, we've got a small enemy outpost below. Do what you need to, Brute." He said, as Natalie edged out, letting Victor get up, and grab the body.
"Shit, seems like you're going to show these bastards we remember the wounds." Natalie said far more seriously, as she stood herself, following behind as she raised the M134, the rear door gunner backing out the way, coming between the two as he moved to the front, Natalie aware her M134 in her hands was more powerful than the M240 that the crewman had just manned. The side door gunners barked open their M240s, as Natalie followed suit with her minigun, spitting hot lead as the Chinook hovered a few meters above the ground, giving Victor enough time to do what they do. The fire was so intense, on the small outpost, no more than 20 men in number, that they didn't bother replying, the volume of bullets and the literal spitting of hot lead all over hammering the point home. As Victor finished up, Natalie offered a hand up, the Chinook flying a little lower to scoop him, as they then pulled out, the Chinook steering hard out of any RPG or gunfire that now came back, and headed for the Chinese border, to safety. Walking back to the seats, the rear door gunner quick to get back on his M240, Natalie watched Victor take his seat, as she slyly sat on his thighs, unstrapping her ammunition rucksack to the side as she backed up, aware her rear, or at least, through the suit, just sat nicely on Victor's lap.
"Hmm...I guess they'll know what they need to know. You sitting comfortably?" Natalie asked, as she knew his response would be pretty clear-cut.

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Five Days Later
Somewhere off the coast of Honduras
1900 Hours

The MH6 Little Bird wobbled a little as it headed offshore, the rain pouring in the midst of the thunderstorm, as Natalie adjusted her position in her Tactical Suit, the shadow black colour at this time of day hard to spot if concealed. Though there was six inches of kevlar between her bare body and the outer thick rubber coating, that allowed for slides and , she knew it was still light enough to run in, and most of all, use for various purposes. In this instance, a rebreather apparatus had been set up on the armour, with the compacted kit sitting on her front, a small tank with a diving mask, coupled with a set of Diving Goggles.
"Five mikes to LZ." The pilot said, as they flew on, Natalie looking to Victor by her side, a smirk on her face. After coming back from Afghanistan, Natalie had decided to take a break, and mercenary work always flowed through the company, needing to be sometimes filled. The people wanting this contract completed was the US Government in this circumstance, preferring to take a more hardline with this particular group, rather than deal with it officially. Wet Work like this always kept Natalie going, and besides, after it was done, they'd be dropped off the coast of Belize, for a little...well, fun. Take a few days of holiday, to do some things most mortal men would dream of doing, when the weather would improve rather than this shitstorm of rain. Their super-heavy armour was being repaired, with Natalie aware she was in the process of getting a completely new one, hers being almost shredded anyway after the events of Wakhan. So for now, these were a good filler, and this op suited just what they were about to do, as a nice paycheck. $250,000 was plenty enough for a comparatively small job like this, and from that, deducting $40,000 for the helicopter and ammunition, was really a small drop in a big paycheck that would fund their lives as the stored money in their accounts already did.

She flexed her neck, looking back, before she tucked herself closer into the seat. The neckbrace of the suit covered the entire rear of the head, being so huge to protect from explosives, but at the front, it only covered up to the chin, giving a good visibility in the front 180 degrees. She widened her legs, looking at the water meters below the helicopter, before turning back to Victor, her face wet from the spray of rain and water below.
"Remember, we're hunting a HVT, a big druglord going under the name of Pablo Rodriguez. Big cocaine factory, established on an old US naval outpost, that they developed on a peninsula jutting into the Caribbean. Could take a submarine in it's heyday in WW2, now it's abandoned and mostly dismantled, apart from our entry- an underwater piping, takes us right into the facility, where we can get sneaky and so on." She said, as she checked the AS VAL on her front, chambering a 30-round 9x19mm magazine. She had her two USP.45 pistols silenced in hip holsters, and her Spetsnaz Shovel tucked onto her forearm, when needed. Going quiet was easy with these suits- the soles of the suit's boots were designed to be virtually silent, and the profile, while large, was easy to hide with in the shadows or in concealment. A pair of flippers were attached to them, to make movement a little easier while underwater- it would still be slow, but do-able with their strengths.
"This is how we do our holidays...shit, I guess I really did sign us up for some real recreation. We've got enough C4 between us to disable and destroy both the mechanisms and the Coke that's there, before calling the bird to pull out of there, just in time for the Honduran Navy to clean up. And while the weather's bad, it's better than sunbathing at least. I guess there's some plans we can have, when this storm passes." She added, her face a slightly tanned colour, and her blonde hair tucked into a bun, yet she still looked imposing, the two dark smudges of warpaint just below her eyes, water still dripping a little off. She was a Amazon after all, and from the two....rises on her chest, to the sheer size of her body, you could tell you didn't mess with this woman.
"Check the air's flowing, masks on, and attach your flippers. Two minutes, Brute. This really is a new meaning to wet work." She added, as she pulled the mask for her rebreather from her side, and engaging the mechanism, put it on, before putting her Diving Goggles on. Her vision was a little impaired, but they were diving to 30m- and for that, they'd need more oxygen than just a regular set of oxygen tanks would give. She changed comms channels, for the dive radio, as she looked to Victor.
"And there's some seriously wet work down below that you'll have to deal with later, Victor. My rear is roaring for action too, I've got to show you what heat is really like." She said, being a massive tease, as she looked out on the slowly setting sun that barely poked a hole in the stormclouds, as the helicopter pitched, and slowly began a hovering pattern, just over the ocean. The rain made the tactical suits a slightly reflective shiny, yet covert black, that in this weather, was amplified further.
"We're about one and a half kilometers from the base itself, the suits are weight, but we won't sink entirely. Flippers are your friend here. 30 seconds." She added, as she looked to him, checking her Dive Knife placed right in a specific spot on her chest, and the chem light attached to her leg, a light green that would activate when they hit the water, and provide illumination when they went deeper. While her head would be a little wet, the suit was sealed below the head in this circumstance, to prevent water filling the suit up, so to speak. The fact of the matter was, they had a little work to do, and they'd be a hell of a force. The chopper held, about five meters off the ocean, as Natalie unstrapped herself, giving a thumbs up.
"Geronimo!" She said, as she then left the side seat of the MH6, legs straight and her arms too, as she then plunged into the deep, exhaling hard as bubbled formed past her goggles, and the warm Caribbean water kicked up against her head, the suit sinking as she adjusted her position, and began kicking, hard. The rain was heavy above the water, but below, it was quiet, with Natalie hearing only the burble of her own breathing and bubbles.