In the Blood by Jack Carr

 

This is one of those Special Forces Operator Novels, and it's ... not exactly horrible, but it's not really very good, either. The prose is reasonably competent--there are even flashes of dry wit and gallows humor--but there are things that are either authorial tics or genre expectations (or like author-perceived genre expectations) that wear thin very quickly. Dropping the name brands for fucking everything is one, dropping the name brands and the specs and modifications for every single firearm is another. It's as though Tom Clancy set out to write a Mack Bolan novel.