The Spaniard nodded at the announcement their commander gave. It reminded him of old times. He wished for months, no, years! Years to finally go to combat, something more real than patrols in the deserts of África del Norte or attacking insurgent camps. He had been trained to do ambushes when he was an official member of the Legion but noooo~! It had to wait until he was now 45 years old. He smiled nevertheless because it was the polite thing to do and also because he was given a chance, a fat chance to get on this mission.

So be it.

He rose to the challenge and told their commander

"Eso es bueno. ¡Vamonos! I hope we can do this well!"

During the briefing, he paid close attention. He liked the details and the odds. He was able to determine that this mission would really need someone like him. Like before, he could support his new team as they conducted the raid. He'd provide area security, looking out for any intruders or enemy reinforcements. If that happened, he'd be their first line of warning and defense.

Once the briefing was over, he turned to his commanding officer and agreed to come along. He had his gear and his armor and his bravery. What were we waiting for? He thought with a Spanish grin on his face.