Dean stared at America. This guy was a mess of cliches. Bossy, cocky, into heroics, a braggart, and prone to running into things with half baked ideas. He shuddered at how much it vaguely reminded him of himself. Proud to be an American? He was waffling at the moment, but at least he wasn't Russian.

"You may be a huge nation back home, but here that bitch could wipe the floor with your army. And attacking her with everything we've got is probably just what she wants. We need to do some stealth recon...You know...like Navy Seals. You know what Navy Seals are right?"