He saw the Soldier as a deeper shadow in the darkness before he came fully into view, bloodied but moving steadily, in no way betraying injury not even to his trained eye. The Commander found himself with the foreign but powerful urge to sigh with relief, for reasons that were not just practical or efficient, but strangely emotional, too, in a way he could never remember feeling before. He even felt a rush of something like pride at the sight of his companion, strong in a way they could only ever be out in the field, free to wok Hydra's will.

He couldn't look at this man, this Soldier, and believe that the mission had a chance of being anything but a complete success now that they were together.

He shifted his body against the other man's almost curious touch, acknowledging and accepting it. "Good work." He didn't have to ask if he'd been spotted or seen. No alarms had gone up. The mansion across the grounds remained silent. Their presence must, therefore, remain undetected.

"I'll go into the building and sweep it for targets. I'll try to barricade any other ways out on what sides I can. That way, any who get away will be funneled out straight to you. Think you can manage that, Soldier?"