OOC: Sorry we didn't get this kicked into gear early enough for you to join in, Sean.
Lieutenant Nathan Johnson, callsign Neptune, hopped off the UH-60 Blackhawk and onto the tarmac of the flightline at Camp Everlasting Hope. The heat here in the African jungles was enough to take your breath away at first, but after operating in this area for several weeks, Johnson and his SEAL's were accustomed to it.
He jogged back towards his team's living quarters, which was strategically placed right next to the Helo landing zone. Following his lead were some of his Team members in-country, Matt Lewis, Eric Danson, and J.P Harris. These were the guys he operated with the most, along with their Sniper-spotter support team, made up of Andrew Langston and James Franklin.
Throwing open the tent flap, Nathan was met with a refreshing blast of cold air from the AC unit his team had specially procured a few nights ago. Inside, Andrew and James were cleaning their equipment and gear, as they had not come along on the last mission Nathan and Co. were returning from.
Andrew looked up and said, "That Trade delegation was just ambushed and taken hostage 50 klicks north of here. We've got a full briefing in 10 mikes, and we're keeping this on the down-low, as usual."
"Roger that." Nathan said as he shed his field gear, but left his clothes on, as did the rest of the team. "Let's grab some quick chow, then head to the COC for the brief."
Everyone nodded, shed their gear, and stood up for the short walk to the Mess Hall. When the SEALs got their food, they sat at an empty table, away from the Marines, who were worked up into a fever over something.
Eric, who happened to look up towards the door, chuckled and said, "SF at my 12, looking pissed."
The rest of the team chuckled as well, taking quick glances at the Green Berets that had just entered. "They must have gotten word that they aren't going in for this one." Nathan said as he took a bite out of the large sandwich in front of him. The SF Operators got their food and also sat at an empty table, conveniently on the other side of the room as the SEALs.
"I guess somebody let them know we were taking it. They haven't been this distant in the entire time we've been here." Matt said, taking a drink of water.
"Hey, this is shaping up to be something big. If they left you out of it and sent in SF, you wouldn't sit with them either." JP said with a smirk.
In a few minutes, they had all finished their chow, and left for the briefing room. Receiving jealous looks from SF, and looks of mysterious curiosity from the Marines, all the way out.