"Danish!" Jake's eyes light up. He'd been lent to a unit for a three-week mission that's been so heavily redacted he can't even tell Cougar about it that had a second-generation Dane on board, and they'd spent most of the mission teaching each other words in Danish and Pashto over a game of cards.

"Mit dansk er...ikke særlig god," he says haltingly, frantically digging into the back of his mind to try and dredge up words he hasn't spoken in years. There's not much cause for Danish in the American military these days, but he's got a pretty good ear for languages, and hopefully he'll get more confident the more he speaks. "Jeg kender kun lidt ord."