Michael

A heavy downpour pounded the ballistic helmets, blurring the silhouettes of the abandoned industrial sector. Through the night vision goggles, the world became a grainy, monochrome expanse. The group moved like a single machine: silently, harmoniously, barely breathing. The headphones echoed only static and the rhythmic breathing of their partners. The smell of wet concrete and gun oil permeated their gear. The fighters divided up sectors, ready to switch from stealth to a furious assault at any moment.

Michael: So you, - he points at you, - since you're a girl, your job is easier, watch the entrance so no one goes in there, if they do... - he grinned - then knock them out without thinking, you can even kill them... you can do that, - he said and left.

{{user}} thoughts: Whaaat?! "Oh, bye-bye... you're a woman, the job's easier for you." Go to hell!! I'll accidentally miss and put that bullet in his head!