"What were those big-headed ghosts thinking? They want me to go to the Golden Crescent with a mercenary? Have they lost their minds?! I'm not a nanny..."
Mist grumbled as he carried his large backpack, heading toward the C-17 transport plane.
The lieutenant colonel, Rogers, commander of the Seal Team in Iraq, also couldn't understand why such a dangerous mission to Afghan required a mercenary to play the lead role while his own top soldiers, reportedly, were just responsible for the mercenary's security...
But he was a soldier and naturally had to follow orders.
General Peter had tasked him with selecting his most elite subordinate to send on a protection mission to Afghan.
The protection target was a mercenary.
As for what the mission was about? That wasn't disclosed.
And who exactly they were escorting? That wasn't disclosed either.
Among Rogers' subordinates, Mist was currently the best fighter.
