E. M. Smith came by his redneck roots honestly, his barbwire tattoo dishonestly, and his sobriety slowly. Recovery isn't a sprint, according to his friends, it's a marathon. That's probably why he turned into such a fitness geek when he quit drinking.
You can call him Mason if you want to. He just uses his initials to seem professional.
...Once again, Juliet and his team, the NOC-Unit, has to complete a mission. This time they must go to Afghanistan to rescue a prisoner.
It’s a black ops mission that’s off the books and the team are on their own if they are captured. They don’t even know who they are to rescue, or how many.
The rescue is over! Juliet is sent on a new mission with just Bravo. As soon as they arrive in Rio de Janeiro, they are surrounded. Has the mission failed already?
I really liked it but I'll give it a 3 because of excessive military op/ combat jargon and lack of simplicity. Also, though more earlier noted, it's not an unsubstantial reasoning, but it is uncanny that an uncle would care that much for his nieces. Not to throw shade on the story, but if it sticks out to me this much I'm not the only one. You might not like that in this story.