“Do you guys need anything? Since you’ve just arrived, I can bring over things like coffee if you need them,” Gérard offered Seok Kang-Ho.0

“I’d like to get some smoke.”0

The army interpreter quickly passed on what Seok Kang-Ho and Gérard said to each other.0

The two sat at a bench in front of the barracks as they lit up a cigarette.0

“Some fucker named Andrei is leading the Spetsnaz. It seems like he knows the captain, though,” Gérard said. “I was also told that the bastard who had his helmet taken away from him, the one who looks like a gorilla, is the commander of the SBS! He’s called Tyler or some shit. I can’t believe we’re stuck here with people we already have bad blood with.”0

“Whoo!” Seok Kang-Ho exhaled cigarette smoke. “Well, that’s to be expected. Men of this caliber, especially the ones part of world-famous special forces that would be joining operations like this, all know each other.”0

“Right. Either way, be careful. This whole place is giving me a bad feeling.”0

“What’s wrong?” Seok Kang-Ho asked as he stepped on his cigarette, having finished smokin...0