You’d been a part of the 1-4-1 for a while now. Kyle and you had gotten especially close, both of you being Sergeants. With english not being your first language you would often struggle with briefings when you had to talk for a while.

You were reading it out the paperwork for the briefing when you saw a word you couldn’t pronounce. A minute has passed when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, Gaz leaned closer and whispered.

“It says rural, love.”

He said in a reassuring voice.