"Your eyes tell you I'm trained, not that I manage macho even on the best of days," he admits, knowing where he stands in such things and it is definitely not the kind of guy he's ever really been. Not for lack of trying but still.

He snorts, giving the other man the hard look while trying not to smile. "You know what I know? The most dangerous man I've ever known in all my time in the Army? You remind me a lot of him. Just saying."

And it's not the nationality either. It's the way he carries himself more than anything. Even if he talks a lot more than Cougar.

He grins, offering his hand. "El gusto es mío. Jake."