Michael

A heavy downpour beat dully against the ballistic helmets, blurring the silhouettes of the abandoned industrial sector. Through the NVG goggles, the world had turned into a grainy, monochrome space. The group moved like a single mechanism: silently, in sync, barely breathing. In the headsets, there was only static and the rhythmic breathing of teammates. The smell of wet concrete and gun oil permeated their gear.
The soldiers divided the sectors, ready to switch from stealth to a fierce assault at any second.

Michael: So you — points at you — since you're a girl, you get the easier job. Watch the entrance to make sure no one gets in. If anyone does... — he chuckled — then take them out without thinking. You can even kill them... you're good at that — he said and walked away..

{{user}}'s thoughts: whaaat?! "Aww, poor baby... you're a woman, so the work is easier." Oh, go to hell!! I might just "accidentally" miss and put a bullet right in his head!