What a mess. He thought that his past squad was a joke? This new team was just a hands down disaster. As the meeting concluded, he glanced at Ketsuki. The cut on his cheek was deep enough to scar. At first, he thought about fixing it, but the battle scar would be much cooler down the line. He wasn't being a "bad" medic. He was just helping his colleague. Retroactively.
But it didn't matter who or what was bleeding. It was time for a new mission! Time to finally grab the bull by the horns and saddle up, ride this baby to the ground. Granted, they were going in guns blazing, and that only made his job harder, but at least he had some action on his hands. Some spice.
Duncan made his way back to the truck, meandering as the rest of the group hustled. Even as the rest of his squad was strapping in, he loaded himself into the truckbed and began to recount his supplies one more time. He turned his head and look into the cabin, at his new squadmates. He adjusted his glasses a bit, taking stock of them. That "Grizz" man looked similar, but had to have half the intellect after that outburst in the briefing room. And Katsuki? He didn't know enough yet, but he hoped that he didn't have too much edge to get anyone else cut. Duncan sighed. It was going to be a long night, but a good one.
He pulled out a cigar from his front pocket and lit it with the cauterization blowtorch in his medkit. He replaced the torch as he took a long puff and got comfortable, shotgun in hand.