[ Lena looks away, feeling a little chastised and still very disbelieving. She can't imagine him hunched over a desk in the situation room, telling his agents to finish the mission or die trying.

Or maybe that was always something unspoken. She'd never really thought of it. ]

If I remembered signing up, that'd be one thing. But I don't, and neither do a lot of other people. A stranger telling me to die on a battlefield is a lot.