Behind them, the rest of the team held position.
Sergeant Luis Morales, their medic, rested one hand on his kit and watched the terraces above the village.
Sergeant Owen Dillard, the radio man, shifted the antenna on his back so it wouldn’t silhouette against the stone.
Sergeant Tyler Gentry—everybody called him Tex, because of course they did—checked the breaching charges he wasn’t supposed to need on a mission that intel had described as a snatch-and-grab.
Bobby Pike, thick-necked and dependable behind the SAW, knelt beside a broken wall with the patience of a bulldozer in human form.
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