@combxtpulse liked for a starter - set during OEF
Her presence in this camp was not a good omen, that’s what the whispers had said when she landed, dark glasses giving her an even more stern figure as she followed the head of command into one of the tents. It was, it seemed, a highlight to have the CIA be there. Conjoint missions since 9/11 however were happening, and they were happening fast. She had given her intel. It proved rather fruitful , and the team she had been assigned to had been half decent at not getting themselves killed nor her.
Well, it did not prevent them to shove her against some structure, injuring her arms on some barbed wire sticking out. She would have bitten the man’s head off, could she shapeshift in a creature capable of it. She was not useless , she just chose to be what the mission had required. Americans were just crude and unrespectful of certain things.
She did not despise them, but they did not inspire her to really welcome the culture in her heart. Maybe she was too Russian to even grasp those concepts they were so proud of. She had bandaged her arm herself while holstering her weapon. And was told upon returning to meet with the medic at MASH to get checked out.
« Sergeant Cross? » she called into the unit to get the man’s attention as she entered. She took her sun glasses off, her amber eyes focused on the one who turned his attention to her. As she connected eyes with him, calculations were already happening, to see who this man really was. It was second nature. « I was sent here so you could take a look at my arm. » she stated as a matter of fact and approached. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, a tank top showed just how unforgiving this country was in climate. She just lifted her arm for him to see. « Not my work I’m afraid, but some men think of me as a damsel to shove against barbed wires. »
