If Lee had the choice to wear his combat gear out of combat, he'd gently reject the offer. Even though he liked his job he didn't have the willpower to keep the gear on the whole time. Even if he was invited to a super elite special forces of the best operators of the world. Instead of sitting inside the full armor gear for the whole time he wore only the top and the pants of his military uniform, just so that ones who knew would recognize what Brigade he was a part of before joining Rainbow. "Have pride in the Brigade", his superiors said. Lee had nothing against the idea.

Lee stopped tapped his finger against his leg as the truck came to a halt(he has been for the last few minutes as he got bored). At long last he was going to see how the Rainbow would give its rookies an orientation on what they'd be doing while they were a part of the team.
Soon after he was lead to the Operations Department along with the other rookies Lee could feel that there was a speech coming up. And as expected, Thatcher, an operator if the Rainbow team, stood before the recruits to give a speech.

Lee was used to listening to speeches. Boring or interesting, back in the army there were plenty. But of course, this wasn't one of those boring speeches he had to try hard to stay awake in. It was a rather straigtforward words of a veteran who experienced the Bellagio incident, among with the loss of his colleagues. No useless words, or stereotype welcome lines. 'Welcome to Rainbow it is.' Lee thought. He listened along to the end of the speech, concentrating to each word the new superior told him. Things were going to be harder now, much harder.

Looking around, Lee saw a literal melting pot of people. They all seemed to be from different nations of the world, wherever that had a CTU active. Some were in their full gear and some weren't. At that point Lee wondered if he himself would seem like he was in his "full gear"-because, obviously(for him) he wasn't. There were quite a lot of other things to wear over the camouflage clothing, and maybe he might go on about it for a few minutes if he was annoyed.

Shaking the negative thoughts aside, the Korean operator made his way to the desk, his eyes moving from envelope to another to find his name written on one as soon as the words were close enough to read. In no time he found his sitting on the middle of the desk, and reached for it. He stepped aside and opened it up, checking the living quarters info as he slowly walked towards the exit.