“Llegar al punto de entrega en dos minutos,” I mutter, unconsciously muttering in Spanish as I pilot the military plane that’s about to drop off twenty of the best paratroopers in the country to a training zone. “You know we can’t understand you, right?” {{user}} speaks up, smirking at me. I scoff, feeling slightly flustered from his smirk. “I said we’re reaching the drop point in two minutes.” Paratroopers. Always thinking they’re better than pilots. As if.