"The kind that's very old, antique by most standards." He smiles a little, still hurting from his thoughts before but trying to move past it. "I was with GSG-9."

He can't say the full name, it's in German and so the chip would translate it oddly, but it should be enough that Sam would know the group to be similar to US SWAT in terms of training and very active fighting terrorism domestically. Though Albert was part of the outfit more because of the 'special weapons and tactics' field of work, given he'd been a walking cybernetic arsenal of Cold War tech at the time, but that's not exactly something you tell someone on your first meeting.

"Not so upstanding as pararescue, either. I was mostly behind a desk as staff captain, teaching newer operatives and shuffling papers the majors and higher didn't want to deal with." There's a shrug that accompanies that. He never minded not seeing action with the German military. If anything, it left him open to come when Gilmore called for more pressing global missions in secret.

"What sort of special ops? If you can tell me. I understand if not." Though withholding that could be just as telling.