Head snapping in the direction of the well-armed and, by the standards of anyone not a SPARTAN, very large man rounding the corner. The reception is what puts a bit of alertness in John that the three hours of intermittent rest in-armor didn't recoup. Seeing their hand hover close to sidearm made the hair on the back of his neck bristle.
John had been a hairs breadth away from having the other soldier stow the suspicious attitude when Agent Carter came striding in. Breaking the proverbial ice with the sheer blunt force of personality. As John watched her greet them after tearing down their chicken scratch 'plans' he almost caught himself snapping his boots together to stand at attention.
"Agent Carter."
He nodded, surprised by her entrance but not necessarily by her sudden appearance. They all wanted answers as much as they sorely needed this supply run. Keeping the still unknown Chris squarely in his peripheral, John takes a step forward and detaches the sidearm he was carrying. Gripping it by the gripping it by the barrel as he passed it off to Peggy when he took note of the fact that her pistol holster was vacant.
"This is an M6 semi-automatic with recoil operation," It was his only one, but John was also the only wearing armor that put any tank to shame, "There are eight .50 caliber rounds in the magazine."
John hands off his gun then stands back again.
"Before we get underway. This is Agent Carter - I'm Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117; Chief is fine."
Looking over to his anticipated member of his team and ironically the only one he knew even less about, John then silently waits for him to return the introduction in kind.
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John had been a hairs breadth away from having the other soldier stow the suspicious attitude when Agent Carter came striding in. Breaking the proverbial ice with the sheer blunt force of personality. As John watched her greet them after tearing down their chicken scratch 'plans' he almost caught himself snapping his boots together to stand at attention.
"Agent Carter."
He nodded, surprised by her entrance but not necessarily by her sudden appearance. They all wanted answers as much as they sorely needed this supply run. Keeping the still unknown Chris squarely in his peripheral, John takes a step forward and detaches the sidearm he was carrying. Gripping it by the gripping it by the barrel as he passed it off to Peggy when he took note of the fact that her pistol holster was vacant.
"This is an M6 semi-automatic with recoil operation," It was his only one, but John was also the only wearing armor that put any tank to shame, "There are eight .50 caliber rounds in the magazine."
John hands off his gun then stands back again.
"Before we get underway. This is Agent Carter - I'm Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117; Chief is fine."
Looking over to his anticipated member of his team and ironically the only one he knew even less about, John then silently waits for him to return the introduction in kind.