J is for Jensen
Cougar nodded to each person Lt. Clay introduced him to. Sgt. Linwood Porteous, aka Pooch, transport and heavy weapons specialist. A good man, Cougar thought, eyeing the wedding ring on his dog tags. Married. He played with the ring often, suggesting he was constantly thinking of his wife. A real good man. Roque, demolitions and tactical. Something about that man made Cougar shiver. Maybe it was the icy look in his eyes. He wasn't sure, but something just didn't sit right about Roque.
Clay looked around. Cougar's eyebrow quirked, disappearing under his hat. "Sir, isn't there someone else on this team?"
"Yes there is, Sergeant." he replied, "I'm just not sure where he is."
At that exact moment a blonde man with round yellow glasses and a scruffy little goatee pretty much fell in the door, closing it quickly behind him. Cougar couldn't help but grin slightly. It was cute how he tried to coolly recover from tripping on the door frame on his way in.
"Nice of you to join us, Jensen." Clay said, not asking questions. To Cougar, this seemed like a wise approach. "Jensen, this is Sgt. Carlos Alvarez, or Cougar, our new sniper. Cougar, this is Cpl. Jake Jensen, comms and tech."
Jake Jensen stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Cougs!"