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Name:
Jay Donovan Akiyama-Salinas
Nickname:
Prince
Age:
32
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Filipino
Rank:
Captain
Role:
Team Leader
Appearance:
Jay, for all intents and purposes, is one of those officers that are almost casual in how they appear. For ten years in the military, four tours in Afghanistan, retiring and working his way up in the San Fransisco SWAT, he is almost an aura of enthusiasm and exuberance. Standing at 6'4, a lean swimmers build and a suave face, he says that he's ladies man outside of missions, not that anyone believes him. His body is so scarred that people thought he was dropped into a pit of knives when he was young. Always the joker, swearing lightly even in polite conversation and the type to say "f***k you!" as a greeting, compliment and an insult, he's an enigma to the higher ups that he works for. Many question the head of the FBI's choice to choose him of all the qualified men and women they had on staff. He is usually seen leaning on things, complaining and whining about uncomfortable uniforms.
In operations however, it is like a switch is flipped inside of him. He turns into a cool, calm headed, intelligent individual with a knack for leading and shooting the bad guys. Under fire, the mixture of this attitude and his experience, he never fails to make the wrong decision. Usually leading from the front, he is seen layering covering fire for his team to come through a door or go around a corner. In a firefight, his face is serious but relaxed, stance ready but at ease. But when the boots come off, the helmet hung on the rack, the goofball they all know and love (well, hate) comes back. The man who purposefully tattooed a stripper's name and phone number on his arse.
In-Depth Personality:
Well, Prince is called that because of how... "unroyal" he is outside of operations. Coarse, rude, goofing around constantly, doing "non-captain-like" things. He is the direct opposite of a prince outside of battle. Not one to back away from innuendos, he has a laid-back, relaxed aura to him. He always seemed happy, never looking down once and heightens the morale of those who aren't annoyed by him. Sarcastic and downright funny at times, he is the joker of the group. Adding to this, he is also a peacemaker. When there are any disputes between any of his team members, he always tries to hear both sides of the argument, trying to be fair. A problem of his are first impressions. To the wig heads, Jay seems to be the perfect example of what a Jarhead is. Seemingly dumb, swearing beefcake who thought that being a Captain meant he would get all the chicks in the nightclub. To some extent, that is true although it is certainly misrepresentative of how he leads in battle. Another problem is that he is too emotionally connected with a team. When you're an officer, you must take tough calls. And those calls are made even tougher if you are actual friends to the people you work with.
Character background:
Jay was born in the ghettos of San Fransisco. Though damaged by ruthless gangs and drug lords, the area is still prospering, due to a hard people and damn good police. Born into the streets, little Jay didn't know much about his biological parents. At the age of four, he was dropped on the steps of the head of a once powerful gang in the San Fran area. Johnny Salinas, the so called "Last 8th Street Demon", a title that have confused many people who weren't aware of the name, was definitely surprised when he saw a small, sniffling child on his doorstep.
He sighed, his cold eyes renewed by the sight of such youthfulness. "Ahh, you are like me, eh? Left behind, sticking around while people move on. You're a loner like me." Johnny, then a comparatively young 44 year old, scratched his beard. "How about us two loners hang out for a while." The Filipino man took the young baby in. This changed both of their lives, for better or for worse? Well, depends on your perspective.
The years spent in the Akiyama household flew by, it was the childhood Jay would never have had really. His life became a happy blur and his days turn into a routine. He dropped into a routine with his technically adoptive father. He wakes up at 7:00 every morning and jogs around the block. When he arrives at 7:15, he will usually have to spray water at Johnny to wake him up for Iaido training. If the man was with Aleina, a comparatively young Caucasian woman that could be called Johnny's girlfriend and someone who Jay affectionately called mother despite the bone crushing hugs he receives afterwards, he would drag his surrogate father out of bed and cover Aleina's modesty.
After an hour of training with Johnny, Jay gets ready for school. This early morning routine repeated day after day, not that he minded. Until one day.
He returned from his final day of High School. The school he attended wasn't bad, it was quite an alright school. He wanted to tell his father about his test results. He had studied for the test extremely hard with Aleina, having wanted to become some sort of biologist when he grew up. It was something to strive for, so worked he did. Graduation was also a blast. He entered the living room to see a horrifying sight.
Johnny had committed suicide. At least that's what it seemed like. A letter was on the ground next to his dead body.
If you are reading this, then I am dead. I have gone the honourable way, the way of the 8th Street. I do hope that you who are reading this is Aleina, not my son. Aleina, you are my love and the only woman that could ever stand being with me. Take care of Jay for me please? Jay, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I cannot live with living this life anymore. Being a loner. Forgotten by the world. The word 8th Street was supposed to be a feared name and I ruined it by continuing my cowardly ways. My dad was a premier Demon and my whole heritage hailed from 8th Street. Really, if you think about it, there is no place in the galaxy for a Demon. This galaxy needs something better. I beg you to be a better man than I was, finish school, get a job. If you don't, you're rejecting a dead man's wish :P.
Hugs, kisses and all that shit. Johnny.
Jay left the scene of the seppuku, openly crying and breaking down, calling the local hospital to pick Johnny's body up. He assumed that Aleina hadn't come back from work so he didn't bother with going to her, only leaving a small note on the door. She wouldn't like what the boy was going to do, and he didn't have the courage to deny her to her face.
He scoured the city looking for a job, eventually arriving at a military recruitment centre. He signed up almost immediately. His father told him to be a better man. Then so be it, he shall do the complete opposite. And he doubted that the law&border department would allow the son of the most notorious gangster in the ghetto to be in their ranks. Transferring from the relaxed and lazy lifestyle of his civilian life to the highly disciplined life of a soldier was certainly difficult. As a marine, he served four tours, gaining the rank of Captain after several years of fighting.
He eventually quit his job as a soldier and went for SWAT, eventually gaining the rank of Officer in the FBI. He was deeply involved in the Bureau and offered the job of leading Taskforce TRIDENT. Wanting to blow up some "fucking right-wing dickholes", he immediately joined and is currently the highest ranking Officer in the team.
Loadout:
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Jay Donovan Akiyama-Salinas
Nickname:
Prince
Age:
32
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Filipino
Rank:
Captain
Role:
Team Leader
Appearance:
Jay, for all intents and purposes, is one of those officers that are almost casual in how they appear. For ten years in the military, four tours in Afghanistan, retiring and working his way up in the San Fransisco SWAT, he is almost an aura of enthusiasm and exuberance. Standing at 6'4, a lean swimmers build and a suave face, he says that he's ladies man outside of missions, not that anyone believes him. His body is so scarred that people thought he was dropped into a pit of knives when he was young. Always the joker, swearing lightly even in polite conversation and the type to say "f***k you!" as a greeting, compliment and an insult, he's an enigma to the higher ups that he works for. Many question the head of the FBI's choice to choose him of all the qualified men and women they had on staff. He is usually seen leaning on things, complaining and whining about uncomfortable uniforms.
In operations however, it is like a switch is flipped inside of him. He turns into a cool, calm headed, intelligent individual with a knack for leading and shooting the bad guys. Under fire, the mixture of this attitude and his experience, he never fails to make the wrong decision. Usually leading from the front, he is seen layering covering fire for his team to come through a door or go around a corner. In a firefight, his face is serious but relaxed, stance ready but at ease. But when the boots come off, the helmet hung on the rack, the goofball they all know and love (well, hate) comes back. The man who purposefully tattooed a stripper's name and phone number on his arse.
In-Depth Personality:
Well, Prince is called that because of how... "unroyal" he is outside of operations. Coarse, rude, goofing around constantly, doing "non-captain-like" things. He is the direct opposite of a prince outside of battle. Not one to back away from innuendos, he has a laid-back, relaxed aura to him. He always seemed happy, never looking down once and heightens the morale of those who aren't annoyed by him. Sarcastic and downright funny at times, he is the joker of the group. Adding to this, he is also a peacemaker. When there are any disputes between any of his team members, he always tries to hear both sides of the argument, trying to be fair. A problem of his are first impressions. To the wig heads, Jay seems to be the perfect example of what a Jarhead is. Seemingly dumb, swearing beefcake who thought that being a Captain meant he would get all the chicks in the nightclub. To some extent, that is true although it is certainly misrepresentative of how he leads in battle. Another problem is that he is too emotionally connected with a team. When you're an officer, you must take tough calls. And those calls are made even tougher if you are actual friends to the people you work with.
Character background:
Jay was born in the ghettos of San Fransisco. Though damaged by ruthless gangs and drug lords, the area is still prospering, due to a hard people and damn good police. Born into the streets, little Jay didn't know much about his biological parents. At the age of four, he was dropped on the steps of the head of a once powerful gang in the San Fran area. Johnny Salinas, the so called "Last 8th Street Demon", a title that have confused many people who weren't aware of the name, was definitely surprised when he saw a small, sniffling child on his doorstep.
He sighed, his cold eyes renewed by the sight of such youthfulness. "Ahh, you are like me, eh? Left behind, sticking around while people move on. You're a loner like me." Johnny, then a comparatively young 44 year old, scratched his beard. "How about us two loners hang out for a while." The Filipino man took the young baby in. This changed both of their lives, for better or for worse? Well, depends on your perspective.
The years spent in the Akiyama household flew by, it was the childhood Jay would never have had really. His life became a happy blur and his days turn into a routine. He dropped into a routine with his technically adoptive father. He wakes up at 7:00 every morning and jogs around the block. When he arrives at 7:15, he will usually have to spray water at Johnny to wake him up for Iaido training. If the man was with Aleina, a comparatively young Caucasian woman that could be called Johnny's girlfriend and someone who Jay affectionately called mother despite the bone crushing hugs he receives afterwards, he would drag his surrogate father out of bed and cover Aleina's modesty.
After an hour of training with Johnny, Jay gets ready for school. This early morning routine repeated day after day, not that he minded. Until one day.
He returned from his final day of High School. The school he attended wasn't bad, it was quite an alright school. He wanted to tell his father about his test results. He had studied for the test extremely hard with Aleina, having wanted to become some sort of biologist when he grew up. It was something to strive for, so worked he did. Graduation was also a blast. He entered the living room to see a horrifying sight.
Johnny had committed suicide. At least that's what it seemed like. A letter was on the ground next to his dead body.
If you are reading this, then I am dead. I have gone the honourable way, the way of the 8th Street. I do hope that you who are reading this is Aleina, not my son. Aleina, you are my love and the only woman that could ever stand being with me. Take care of Jay for me please? Jay, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I cannot live with living this life anymore. Being a loner. Forgotten by the world. The word 8th Street was supposed to be a feared name and I ruined it by continuing my cowardly ways. My dad was a premier Demon and my whole heritage hailed from 8th Street. Really, if you think about it, there is no place in the galaxy for a Demon. This galaxy needs something better. I beg you to be a better man than I was, finish school, get a job. If you don't, you're rejecting a dead man's wish :P.
Hugs, kisses and all that shit. Johnny.
Jay left the scene of the seppuku, openly crying and breaking down, calling the local hospital to pick Johnny's body up. He assumed that Aleina hadn't come back from work so he didn't bother with going to her, only leaving a small note on the door. She wouldn't like what the boy was going to do, and he didn't have the courage to deny her to her face.
He scoured the city looking for a job, eventually arriving at a military recruitment centre. He signed up almost immediately. His father told him to be a better man. Then so be it, he shall do the complete opposite. And he doubted that the law&border department would allow the son of the most notorious gangster in the ghetto to be in their ranks. Transferring from the relaxed and lazy lifestyle of his civilian life to the highly disciplined life of a soldier was certainly difficult. As a marine, he served four tours, gaining the rank of Captain after several years of fighting.
He eventually quit his job as a soldier and went for SWAT, eventually gaining the rank of Officer in the FBI. He was deeply involved in the Bureau and offered the job of leading Taskforce TRIDENT. Wanting to blow up some "fucking right-wing dickholes", he immediately joined and is currently the highest ranking Officer in the team.
Loadout:
- HK416 D20RS w/ Holo-site Scope, Bayonet and Pistol Grip
- M9 Beretta Pistol w/ Silencer
- 2 Grenades
- Machete
- Breach Explosives
- Radio
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Name: Maya Soma
Nickname: Fujita (or just 'Fuji')
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American
Rank: Sergeant
Role: Explosives
Appearance:
Maya stands at 5'6'' and weighs 135 lbs. She has a solid, muscular frame and appears to be perpetually in motion, given her constant restlessness. She seems more comfortable in uniform than in civilian clothes, and she shoulders her weighty gear and armor with ease. Though she gives off an air of confidence, her often creased eyebrows reveal both focus and uncertainty, conveying her desire to prove herself within her team. She has buzzed black hair, which gives her an androgynous look. She has very harsh features, which would be intimidating if not for her propensity towards laughter. However, when she's angry or determined, her stern expression can be quite formidable. She moves with intent, not fluidity, and tends to burst her way into confrontations instead of taking a more nuanced approach.
In operations, she maintains her confidence and focus, and maintaining the team's dynamic is of the utmost importance to her. She is very attentive of her surroundings, and can often be seen scoping out the location and committing it to memory in order to aid in making future strategic decisions. In casual settings, she is slower to relax, and has a tendency to get lost in thought. However, around people she trusts, she opens up and enjoys listening to and relating personal stories and interests, allowing herself to become intensely involved in debates or deep conversations. Given her somewhat serious demeanor, people are generally surprised at her appreciation for the full spectrum of humor - from raunchy jokes to cheesy puns.
In-Depth Personality: Her nickname comes from the Fujita Scale, for rating the strength of tornadoes. This said, Maya's personality can be likened to a tornado, in that she is headstrong, tough and immutable, preferring more confrontational approaches towards situations, both in life and in the field, as opposed to employing diplomacy or subtlety. Having fought stereotypes and limitations all her life, she can behave in an overly-defensive way, which makes it difficult for her to entertain various points of view. She is not a born leader, but works well within a team and often thinks two or three steps ahead - making her invaluable at covering her teammates and thinking outside the box. A downside to this ability is that she is sometimes afflicted with self-doubt. She tends to play scenarios in her head, identifying all possible outcomes, which is pragmatic, but a limitation when split-second thinking is vital. She's intelligent and puts a lot of pressure on herself. Though this means she is very self-motivated and a quick-learner, it also means she dwells too much on her mistakes.
Maya has a healthy sense of humor, and is quick to crack a smile. Though she gives off an outward sense of optimism, she is privately prone to bouts of nihilism which, while short-lived, can make her momentarily lose sense of her goals and distance her from her teammates. In her interactions with other people, she is definitely more of a listener. She is truly interested in getting to know others' points of view, even if she doesn't quite agree. She has never been very subtle, so at times she can come off as caustic, in that she is straightforward in discussing the things that bother her, and is unafraid of confrontation.
Character background: Maya was born in Oakland, CA and is third-generation Japanese. Raised in a broken home, Maya's mother did her best to provide for Maya and her two younger siblings. However, the weight of responsibility took a toll on her mother, and she began shirking her responsibilities, leaving many of them up to Maya. Though Maya's father was irresponsible and primarily absentee as she grew up, she admired his commitment to his career as lawyer, though the demands of his job are what contributed to the breaking up of her family. She grew to resent her mother, who she saw as weak and unassertive, and idolized her father's tenacity, though her perception of him - through her young eyes - ignored his tendency towards rage, impulsive behavior, and infidelity. Her childhood environment rubbed off her immensely, and it was during this time when she developed her combatant and obstinate qualities.
She worked hard in high school and excelled in chemistry and physics. She did not make many friends, given her abrasive personality, and she found that she got along with adults more than people her own age. She had high expectations for herself, and escaped her situation at home by immersing herself in academics. She took up boxing during this time as well, gaining self-confidence. Her trainer, a female ex-Marine, became her mentor, and inspired her interest in the military. She had lofty goals of attending a prestigious university, but given her reality, she couldn't afford the expense. Instead, she enlisted in the Marines at 18, upon graduation from high school. She served for five years and worked in Explosive Ordinance Disposal. Afterwards, she took advantage of the GI Bill and attended university, earning a B.S. in Chemical Engineering, and later achieved her Master's degree at Berkeley.
Given her military connections and her academic achievements, she initially sought employment with the Army Corps of Engineers, but was recruited by the FBI to train as a member of the SABT program or C-IED. However, her interest and demonstrated skills in blowing things up, as opposed to keeping things from blowing up, attracted interest from those assembling Trident. Her extensive knowledge in explosives, chemical engineering training, and her military background led her to accept the position. Though she doesn't really have a passion for politics, she's horrified by the recent attacks on non-combatants and is largely involved in counter-terrorism in order to keep civilians safe.
Loadout:
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Nickname: Fujita (or just 'Fuji')
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American
Rank: Sergeant
Role: Explosives
Appearance:
Maya stands at 5'6'' and weighs 135 lbs. She has a solid, muscular frame and appears to be perpetually in motion, given her constant restlessness. She seems more comfortable in uniform than in civilian clothes, and she shoulders her weighty gear and armor with ease. Though she gives off an air of confidence, her often creased eyebrows reveal both focus and uncertainty, conveying her desire to prove herself within her team. She has buzzed black hair, which gives her an androgynous look. She has very harsh features, which would be intimidating if not for her propensity towards laughter. However, when she's angry or determined, her stern expression can be quite formidable. She moves with intent, not fluidity, and tends to burst her way into confrontations instead of taking a more nuanced approach.
In operations, she maintains her confidence and focus, and maintaining the team's dynamic is of the utmost importance to her. She is very attentive of her surroundings, and can often be seen scoping out the location and committing it to memory in order to aid in making future strategic decisions. In casual settings, she is slower to relax, and has a tendency to get lost in thought. However, around people she trusts, she opens up and enjoys listening to and relating personal stories and interests, allowing herself to become intensely involved in debates or deep conversations. Given her somewhat serious demeanor, people are generally surprised at her appreciation for the full spectrum of humor - from raunchy jokes to cheesy puns.
In-Depth Personality: Her nickname comes from the Fujita Scale, for rating the strength of tornadoes. This said, Maya's personality can be likened to a tornado, in that she is headstrong, tough and immutable, preferring more confrontational approaches towards situations, both in life and in the field, as opposed to employing diplomacy or subtlety. Having fought stereotypes and limitations all her life, she can behave in an overly-defensive way, which makes it difficult for her to entertain various points of view. She is not a born leader, but works well within a team and often thinks two or three steps ahead - making her invaluable at covering her teammates and thinking outside the box. A downside to this ability is that she is sometimes afflicted with self-doubt. She tends to play scenarios in her head, identifying all possible outcomes, which is pragmatic, but a limitation when split-second thinking is vital. She's intelligent and puts a lot of pressure on herself. Though this means she is very self-motivated and a quick-learner, it also means she dwells too much on her mistakes.
Maya has a healthy sense of humor, and is quick to crack a smile. Though she gives off an outward sense of optimism, she is privately prone to bouts of nihilism which, while short-lived, can make her momentarily lose sense of her goals and distance her from her teammates. In her interactions with other people, she is definitely more of a listener. She is truly interested in getting to know others' points of view, even if she doesn't quite agree. She has never been very subtle, so at times she can come off as caustic, in that she is straightforward in discussing the things that bother her, and is unafraid of confrontation.
Character background: Maya was born in Oakland, CA and is third-generation Japanese. Raised in a broken home, Maya's mother did her best to provide for Maya and her two younger siblings. However, the weight of responsibility took a toll on her mother, and she began shirking her responsibilities, leaving many of them up to Maya. Though Maya's father was irresponsible and primarily absentee as she grew up, she admired his commitment to his career as lawyer, though the demands of his job are what contributed to the breaking up of her family. She grew to resent her mother, who she saw as weak and unassertive, and idolized her father's tenacity, though her perception of him - through her young eyes - ignored his tendency towards rage, impulsive behavior, and infidelity. Her childhood environment rubbed off her immensely, and it was during this time when she developed her combatant and obstinate qualities.
She worked hard in high school and excelled in chemistry and physics. She did not make many friends, given her abrasive personality, and she found that she got along with adults more than people her own age. She had high expectations for herself, and escaped her situation at home by immersing herself in academics. She took up boxing during this time as well, gaining self-confidence. Her trainer, a female ex-Marine, became her mentor, and inspired her interest in the military. She had lofty goals of attending a prestigious university, but given her reality, she couldn't afford the expense. Instead, she enlisted in the Marines at 18, upon graduation from high school. She served for five years and worked in Explosive Ordinance Disposal. Afterwards, she took advantage of the GI Bill and attended university, earning a B.S. in Chemical Engineering, and later achieved her Master's degree at Berkeley.
Given her military connections and her academic achievements, she initially sought employment with the Army Corps of Engineers, but was recruited by the FBI to train as a member of the SABT program or C-IED. However, her interest and demonstrated skills in blowing things up, as opposed to keeping things from blowing up, attracted interest from those assembling Trident. Her extensive knowledge in explosives, chemical engineering training, and her military background led her to accept the position. Though she doesn't really have a passion for politics, she's horrified by the recent attacks on non-combatants and is largely involved in counter-terrorism in order to keep civilians safe.
Loadout:
- Primary weapon w/ attachments: Benelli M4 Super 90, a semi-automatic shotgun that is lethal at close range. Equipped with a compensator, flash suppressor, and reflex sight.
- Secondary w/ attachments: MP7A1, a submachine gun with default suppression. Equipped with a high capacity mag, and reflex scope.
- Grenades: Frag Grenades (x4)
- Gadget: Incendiary Grenades and Breach Charge
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Member
Seen
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Name:
Jana Volker
Nickname:
Firecracker (Knallkörper)
Age:
28
Gender:
Female
Ethnicity:
German
Rank:
Police Sergeant
(Federal Police/Bundespolizei)
Role:
Medic/Assault
Jana Volker
Nickname:
Firecracker (Knallkörper)
Age:
28
Gender:
Female
Ethnicity:
German
Rank:
Police Sergeant
(Federal Police/Bundespolizei)
Role:
Medic/Assault
Jana's most obvious features are her shoulder-length locks of chocolate-brown hair and her distinctive hazel-green eyes. Her face is slightly-oval in shape, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. She stands at a height of one hundred and sixty eight centimetres tall and her posture befitting that of a trained fighter. Her build is athletic and lean, with a healthy share of muscles gained through her highly physical lifestyle and its associated training. She is highly lithe and agile, and her figure clearly represents one who is familiar with climbing, fighting and other highly physical manoeuvres a warrior might need to go through. jana's pale ivory complexion comes with a light smattering of freckles, and boasts a hint of golden undertones. It is also unblemished except for a pair of scars on her left arm and right leg that she acquired long ago during a careless training accident.
Due to the common assumption that attractive looking women cannot possibly exist in the police force, she is usually not assumed to belong to the police, which enables her to do her duty well when undercover and not in uniform. Off duty, her hair is usually worn down and she can be seen in comfortable set of a black tank top, a pair of brown cargo pants and black trainers. On duty, she used to wear the black uniformed garb that was atypical of the police deployed in the event of a terrorist threat. Now transferred to the Federal Police in Berlin after an exemplary track record, she decided to apply for the world renown CT unit. Following her successful survival of both the gruelling and intensive trainings to find herself within the ranks of the famed elite counter terriorst unit, the Grenzschutzgruppe 9 (GSG9), she now wears the standard special ops gear issued to all officers within its ranks.
In-Depth Personality:
Her nickname comes from the small explosive device that is primarily designed to produce a large amount of noise. The name was given to her due to her voracious and big personality. Extremely outgoing and boisterous, she is definitely not a quiet individual. Frequently loud in the company of friends, she loves to make jokes and is definitely a fun-seeker when not on duty. Highly observant and cautious, her movements are confident and fluid, putting thought of consideration in her actions. Deep in thought, her furrowed brows may convey the impression that she is an angry individual, she is simply determined with keeping her eyes on the prize.
Highly focused and attentive while on mission, as the team's medic, she has to be focused and confident of her abilities especially when it comes to a situation where she has to save a wounded team mate. At heart, she is friendly and having a great sense of humour, she is an all-round lover of jokes. While on duty though, she sheds her humorous nature as she becomes an incredibly focused and determined individual who is not only practical but is also a keen problem solver apart from being highly adaptable to constantly changing situations and circumstances. While she possess a fair amount of leaderships skills, and has no problem leading if she needs to, her preference lies towards being a follower and an effective team player. Highly optimistic and often referred to as the team's source of morale support, her cheery and energetic personality is a boon to any team in dark times as she frequently encourages and motivates her fellow team mates in times of need.
Character background: (3 detailed paragraphs minimum)
Jana was born in Hamburg, Germany and lived there for the majority of her life. She grew up in a single parent family with simply her father for company. Her mother died not too long after she was born, taken by complications of childbirth. Not exactly blessed with a high-paying job and with a variety of vices to feed, he struggled to support the family with the paltry income he had. Despite engaging in smoking and drinking often, it was fortunate that like many other drunkards, he did not turn abusive under the influence of alcohol. As soon as she grew old enough, she began to take up part-time jobs in order to have an income of her own, as her father was little to help, as what little money he had left went to paying the bills, leaving almost nothing for her to use. The periods she spent at school was a whirl, as time went by really quickly as she would rush to her various part-time jobs after school ended for the day.
Not too long after her eighteenth birthday, two state police officers came knocking at her home door one day, only to inform her that her father was dead. His corpse was found in a back alley by a kitchen assistant who had gone out to throw the trash. It seemed like he had been mugged and stabbed, left for dead, his body laying on the ground as he bled to death. A momentary period of disbelief came over her, but somehow that was all it was. There was no grief that usually came along with a parent passing, as he was never a father to her, nor had he ever acted as one. The disbelief was not about the fact of his passing, but the fact that she was now alone. As bad and as useless as he was, at least the house wasn't as lonely as it was now. After Jana recovered from her adjustment phase, she filed a application to join up with the State Police. Graduating from the police academy after two and half years of training, she began a career as a patrol officer who dealt in the everyday police matters. She eventually progressed on to a more senior position where she became in charge of training and guiding her fellow officers on the ground. As the years went on, terrorism threat became more prevalent in the country and both the police forces require more manpower to counter the increasing threat of both internal and external terrorists activities. Having a excellent track record soon proved fruitful as she was recommended by her superiors to fill the ranks of a newly created division.
She along with other her officers were deployed in public areas, such as stadiums, train stations and shopping malls both to safeguard the local populace as well as to act as a show of force to deter anyone from doing something stupid. Expressing her interest of first-aid to her superiors, she was eventually sent on a first-aid course, supplementing her work knowledge and keeping her hands full and her time fully utilised. After four years of service, Jana voiced out her dream of joining the GSG9. They laughed at her, all of them. While the service has always been open to women, very few had managed to survive the gruelling trainings that they would have to undergo to call themselves apart of their elite counter-terror unit. They kept persuading her to change her mind, indicating that she had little to no chance of making the cut and she would simply be wasting her time, Jana, however, was not inclined to listen. Once she had decided on something, she always saw it through with an iron will. This would be no different. She was then subsequently transferred to the Federal Police in Berlin, where she began the start of the training and processes that would see if she was worthy.
After twenty-two weeks of training, which included thirteen weeks of basic training and nine weeks of specialised training, she found herself at the finishing point, having survived the entirety of the training process. She had beaten countless other recruits, most of which was men, who all similarly vied for the open positions within the team. She was eventually selected to be a combat medic for a squad, and began to undergo more weeks of specialised combat medic training. None of her previous teams knew the results of her training, as the members of the GSG9 were kept a secret. Now part of the unit for four years, she has served the unit with pride and commitment. Those in charge of assembling the task force known as Trident had apparently liaised with both the Federal Intelligence Service and the Federal police, and as a show of appreciation for the close friendship between the two countries, Germany has offered to send no more than a single operative from their elite counter-terror unit. Jana volunteered for the position and was subsequently send over to the United States to be part of the task force.
Loadout:
- Heckler & Koch G36C w/ Holographic Sight, Tactical Light
- Glock 17 w/ Silencer
- 2 Grenades
- Glock knife
- Combat Medic Aid Bag
- Assorted medical supplies & equipment
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DJAtomika Second to Most
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3 mos ago
Name: Abdullah Rachman bin Abdul Aziz
Nickname: Abby/Achmed
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Singaporean - American
Rank: Singapore - First Sergeant, 4th Singapore Infantry Regiment, Bravo Company.
Role: Marksman
Appearance:
Abdullah stands five feet ten and weighs roughly 170 pounds. He has a head of short, close cropped black hair and dark brown eyes. A long, sharp nose and high cheekbones, though marred by several acne scars, make his overall facial appearance an average one.
Abby normally carries himself with care; being a practicing Muslim in a mostly (and fervently) Christian country doesn't do much for trust amongst those around him. Those who know him very well and have served with him all agree on one thing: he's a gentleman, and he carries himself like one. He always watches his appearance, wearing conservative civilian clothes and never overemphasising his religion and beliefs anywhere. The most you'll see is a pocket Koran in his jacket or in his phone.
Otherwise, Abby is an average individual. His naturally dark skin tone hides the tan he's gained from many months in the jungles and the scars from sand flies and sharp thorns barely show.
In-Depth Personality: Humble and quiet, Abby is quite the gentleman when not on duty.
He gained his two nicknames by simply being Malay. Abby through his American friends shortening his name during his studies in New York, and Achmed from the "Achmed the Dead Terrorist" comedy sketch routine.
During normal time, he is mostly quiet but helpful if needed, often spending time by himself either reading, listening to music or indulging in his hobby of sketching. He is quite gentlemanly through his actions and mannerisms, often asking permission before he does something, or allowing those of the fairer gender to pass ahead of him, things like that. He is also quite reliable and honest, being the person that is known to help others without asking for anything in return, or to offer help when no one else does.
When on duty though, like the others, he adopts the professional imagery befitting that of a soldier under command. He is precise, careful, and most of all professional. His already quiet nature turns into an almost dead silence borne of necessity; idle chatter was often punished during his military days in Singapore. He speaks only when spoken to or if he spots something amiss from his post.
Otherwise, off-duty Abby is a cheerier, more outspoken individual than on-duty Abby.
Character background: Born in a quiet apartment in the east of Singapore, Abdullah was the oldest in a family of seven siblings. He studied hard, but life was still very difficult. In order to support his family, he worked part time in a hawker center as a cleaner, all while studying on the side. In his free time, he dedicated himself to a hobby to keep himself relaxed, taking up archery within his school as a co-curricular activity. Soon he graduated from his school with a diploma in mechanical engineering, and by then he had to enlist under conscription. He bid his family farewell, hoping to use the income from being in the army to support his parents and siblings, as well as dig them out of the financial rut they were in.
Training in the Singapore Armed Forces was difficult. Upon entering he was immediately entered into 4SIR, the fourth Infantry Regiment of the main infantry strength in the SAF. A grueling three months of training followed, after which he was selected to undergo specialist training elsewhere. From a lowly private, he turned specialist cadet, and after another three months, a newly minted third sergeant. He went straight back to his regiment and company, where he expressed his interest in signing on with the military. After completing four years in service in total, he was recognised by the SAF as an exemplary commander and leader of men. Combined with his marksmanship skills, his commanding officer gave him an opportunity of a lifetime: to become a sniper in the secretive infantry marksman division. Humbly, he accepted, and he was promptly whisked away to undergo training as a sniper.
Three more years passed. During that time, Abby finished his sniper training, returned to his unit and served there for two of the three. Then he bid farewell to the service and Singapore as well. DeVry University in the States had just accepted him into their Electrical Engineering degree course.
Abby had just turned 26.
He spent three years pursuing his degree, and another three pursuing a masters in electrical engineering, before Trident took notice. Drawing on his military records from his time in Singapore, the Trident team took him aboard for his capabilities as a marksman and a leader, though ultimately the leadership was left to the higher ranking officer on board.
Loadout:
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Nickname: Abby/Achmed
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Singaporean - American
Rank: Singapore - First Sergeant, 4th Singapore Infantry Regiment, Bravo Company.
Role: Marksman
Appearance:
Abdullah stands five feet ten and weighs roughly 170 pounds. He has a head of short, close cropped black hair and dark brown eyes. A long, sharp nose and high cheekbones, though marred by several acne scars, make his overall facial appearance an average one.
Abby normally carries himself with care; being a practicing Muslim in a mostly (and fervently) Christian country doesn't do much for trust amongst those around him. Those who know him very well and have served with him all agree on one thing: he's a gentleman, and he carries himself like one. He always watches his appearance, wearing conservative civilian clothes and never overemphasising his religion and beliefs anywhere. The most you'll see is a pocket Koran in his jacket or in his phone.
Otherwise, Abby is an average individual. His naturally dark skin tone hides the tan he's gained from many months in the jungles and the scars from sand flies and sharp thorns barely show.
In-Depth Personality: Humble and quiet, Abby is quite the gentleman when not on duty.
He gained his two nicknames by simply being Malay. Abby through his American friends shortening his name during his studies in New York, and Achmed from the "Achmed the Dead Terrorist" comedy sketch routine.
During normal time, he is mostly quiet but helpful if needed, often spending time by himself either reading, listening to music or indulging in his hobby of sketching. He is quite gentlemanly through his actions and mannerisms, often asking permission before he does something, or allowing those of the fairer gender to pass ahead of him, things like that. He is also quite reliable and honest, being the person that is known to help others without asking for anything in return, or to offer help when no one else does.
When on duty though, like the others, he adopts the professional imagery befitting that of a soldier under command. He is precise, careful, and most of all professional. His already quiet nature turns into an almost dead silence borne of necessity; idle chatter was often punished during his military days in Singapore. He speaks only when spoken to or if he spots something amiss from his post.
Otherwise, off-duty Abby is a cheerier, more outspoken individual than on-duty Abby.
Character background: Born in a quiet apartment in the east of Singapore, Abdullah was the oldest in a family of seven siblings. He studied hard, but life was still very difficult. In order to support his family, he worked part time in a hawker center as a cleaner, all while studying on the side. In his free time, he dedicated himself to a hobby to keep himself relaxed, taking up archery within his school as a co-curricular activity. Soon he graduated from his school with a diploma in mechanical engineering, and by then he had to enlist under conscription. He bid his family farewell, hoping to use the income from being in the army to support his parents and siblings, as well as dig them out of the financial rut they were in.
Training in the Singapore Armed Forces was difficult. Upon entering he was immediately entered into 4SIR, the fourth Infantry Regiment of the main infantry strength in the SAF. A grueling three months of training followed, after which he was selected to undergo specialist training elsewhere. From a lowly private, he turned specialist cadet, and after another three months, a newly minted third sergeant. He went straight back to his regiment and company, where he expressed his interest in signing on with the military. After completing four years in service in total, he was recognised by the SAF as an exemplary commander and leader of men. Combined with his marksmanship skills, his commanding officer gave him an opportunity of a lifetime: to become a sniper in the secretive infantry marksman division. Humbly, he accepted, and he was promptly whisked away to undergo training as a sniper.
Three more years passed. During that time, Abby finished his sniper training, returned to his unit and served there for two of the three. Then he bid farewell to the service and Singapore as well. DeVry University in the States had just accepted him into their Electrical Engineering degree course.
Abby had just turned 26.
He spent three years pursuing his degree, and another three pursuing a masters in electrical engineering, before Trident took notice. Drawing on his military records from his time in Singapore, the Trident team took him aboard for his capabilities as a marksman and a leader, though ultimately the leadership was left to the higher ranking officer on board.
Loadout:
- M110 Semi-Auto Sniper System; PVS-26 Night Sight attached to front of scope (removable when necessary), rangefinder on left side Picatinny rail.
- Beretta M9; suppressor, green laser sight, illuminated irons.
- 2 smoke (one red, one white), two frags.
- Ka-bar knife
- Binoculars; when not using his rifle scope to sight on things in the distance, Abby uses these to fulfill that role without appearing like a threat.
- Pocket torch; a simple LED flashlight, pocket sized and easy to use.
- FN Scar-H STD; holographic sight, 2x magnifier mounted behind sight, green laser sight.
- Beretta M9; laser sight, illuminated irons
- 1 white smoke, 2 flashbangs, 1 concussion.
- Ka-bar knife
- Viewfinder; without his long range equipment, Abby instead relies on this to sight down long range targets without making himself look like a target or alternatively an idiot.
- Flares; Abby carries two of these for low light areas or to signal for air support.
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Massasauga Special Forums Operational Detachment - Delta
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Name: Melanie Callaway
Nickname: N/A
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American
Rank: E-4 Corporal
Role: Reconnaissance
Appearance: 5' 11', 145 lb. Auburn hair and a stocky frame. A few scars and a Ranger tab tattoo on her back.
In-Depth Personality: Melanie isn't quick to panic. She prefers doing things quietly with surprise. A preference for subtlety makes her more cautious. Though somewhere in the middle with height and weight, taking things slow is her nature. Melanie isn't a fast runner unless she has to be. She also tends to be quiet and a bit lazy outside of battle. She doesn't drink, smoke, or does usually anything beyond reading and listening to music. She's a simple woman of simple tastes who finds relaxation in and out of the field. Her time in the Army led her to let the others do most of the thinking, but she isn't hesitant if someone's life is on the line.
Character background: Melanie was born in rural Hell, Michigan, out on a farm. Growing up outside the city led to a quiet but active childhood. Though helping out on the farm wasn't her favorite thing to do, she found little results in complaining about the work she was asked to do. A small farm on the end of it's life meant that she didn't have to do it for long, and when her parents got jobs elsewhere and sold off all of the main equipment and everything, Melanie found her life somewhat lacking. She was happy to not have to work, but she didn't have much else. Of course, going to school was a requirement for everyone so she at least had that to look forward to. Classes dragged on and on, and she found herself soon missing her time helping her father out back home.
It was here that she found a love of reading. Despite boring required reading by the public school system, she found enjoyment out of books. Melanie sought out non-fiction books about old historic time periods. She learned a lot about the military, and had a soft spot for the old west. She got her hands on just about everything she could, and even picked up some from the stores when she went out with her mother into town. Ever one to continue her passion, she often shut herself in her room and laid about, reading page after page. Her grades were above average and a comprehensive reading habit allowed her to excel up from her other classmates when it came to lessons and textbook passages. She was often poked fun of for being such a bookworm, but her time on the farm and in her father's company taught her not to settle for anyone else's trouble. And so, she was usually in the principal's office for fighting with other kids who tried making fun of her.
As time wore on, so did she. Her stories of history that she so loved brewed a calling in her to join the military. Though it wouldn't be easy, Melanie worked on her physical form almost as much as she had her brain over her years. At age 18, she enlisted in the Army and attended Ranger school. As usual, the physical strain was the toughest battle for her to overcome, but eventually she landed her slot in the 75th. Days spent out in the Middle East were a lot different than back home, especially with the line of work she found herself in. The cost of war weighs on everyone, but some carry unseen scars. Melanie, though wounded a few times on occasion, remained strong enough to continue fighting during an awful firefight. She did not what was asked of her, but what was expected of her in such a situation, and continued to operate despite her capacity. With others at the helm of command, she helped organize a MEDEVAC for the wounded before being taken out of the zone herself for shrapnel wounds inflicted by an enemy RPG.
Melanie was offered a job as she laid in the hospital bed during her recovery after the War on Terror was finally over. The man in the suit didn't say much about it, but other than she was perfect for the job.
Loadout:
**No rocket launchers of any sort. Grenade launchers count for gadget and are only used by certain roles. We will be strict about unrealistic weapons and ammo. Keep it realistic**
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Nickname: N/A
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American
Rank: E-4 Corporal
Role: Reconnaissance
Appearance: 5' 11', 145 lb. Auburn hair and a stocky frame. A few scars and a Ranger tab tattoo on her back.
In-Depth Personality: Melanie isn't quick to panic. She prefers doing things quietly with surprise. A preference for subtlety makes her more cautious. Though somewhere in the middle with height and weight, taking things slow is her nature. Melanie isn't a fast runner unless she has to be. She also tends to be quiet and a bit lazy outside of battle. She doesn't drink, smoke, or does usually anything beyond reading and listening to music. She's a simple woman of simple tastes who finds relaxation in and out of the field. Her time in the Army led her to let the others do most of the thinking, but she isn't hesitant if someone's life is on the line.
Character background: Melanie was born in rural Hell, Michigan, out on a farm. Growing up outside the city led to a quiet but active childhood. Though helping out on the farm wasn't her favorite thing to do, she found little results in complaining about the work she was asked to do. A small farm on the end of it's life meant that she didn't have to do it for long, and when her parents got jobs elsewhere and sold off all of the main equipment and everything, Melanie found her life somewhat lacking. She was happy to not have to work, but she didn't have much else. Of course, going to school was a requirement for everyone so she at least had that to look forward to. Classes dragged on and on, and she found herself soon missing her time helping her father out back home.
It was here that she found a love of reading. Despite boring required reading by the public school system, she found enjoyment out of books. Melanie sought out non-fiction books about old historic time periods. She learned a lot about the military, and had a soft spot for the old west. She got her hands on just about everything she could, and even picked up some from the stores when she went out with her mother into town. Ever one to continue her passion, she often shut herself in her room and laid about, reading page after page. Her grades were above average and a comprehensive reading habit allowed her to excel up from her other classmates when it came to lessons and textbook passages. She was often poked fun of for being such a bookworm, but her time on the farm and in her father's company taught her not to settle for anyone else's trouble. And so, she was usually in the principal's office for fighting with other kids who tried making fun of her.
As time wore on, so did she. Her stories of history that she so loved brewed a calling in her to join the military. Though it wouldn't be easy, Melanie worked on her physical form almost as much as she had her brain over her years. At age 18, she enlisted in the Army and attended Ranger school. As usual, the physical strain was the toughest battle for her to overcome, but eventually she landed her slot in the 75th. Days spent out in the Middle East were a lot different than back home, especially with the line of work she found herself in. The cost of war weighs on everyone, but some carry unseen scars. Melanie, though wounded a few times on occasion, remained strong enough to continue fighting during an awful firefight. She did not what was asked of her, but what was expected of her in such a situation, and continued to operate despite her capacity. With others at the helm of command, she helped organize a MEDEVAC for the wounded before being taken out of the zone herself for shrapnel wounds inflicted by an enemy RPG.
Melanie was offered a job as she laid in the hospital bed during her recovery after the War on Terror was finally over. The man in the suit didn't say much about it, but other than she was perfect for the job.
Loadout:
- Ohio Ordinance Works HCAR w/ suppressor, M145 Machine Gun Optic, angled foregrip
- Rock Island Armory 1911 w/ threaded barrel and suppressor
- 2 M84 Flashbangs, 2 M83 Smoke grenades
- Ontario Knife Company M9 Bayonet
- Magnetic vision goggles
- Rappel rope, emergency boot knife, low-power binoculars, gas mask.
**No rocket launchers of any sort. Grenade launchers count for gadget and are only used by certain roles. We will be strict about unrealistic weapons and ammo. Keep it realistic**
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TheMadAsshatter Guess who's back
Member
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Name: Sergei Degtyarev
Nickname: Mist "Дымка"
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Ukrainian/Russian
Rank: Junior Sergeant
Role: Pointman
In-Depth Personality: Mist is generally a very calm and collected sort of person, though he has been known for making the occasional cheeky or irreverent remark. He carries an air of confidence about him, and isn't phased by combat in the slightest. One could say he is fearless to a fault, and once while he was in the VDV rushed into an exceedingly hazardous situation with no fear at all, as if he commanded the fight itself. For obvious reasons, he has withheld this information from anyone who wasn't present at the time.
When he is off duty, he is often more lighthearted, and while still calm, he is also more likely to open up and his cheeky self can show through a lot more. He likes to crack jokes, though some people won't really get them. He can be abrasive at times, though he rarely means to actually offend. It's more like he simply doesn't know how to say anything other than as directly as possible.
Character background: Sergei was born in Kiev, Ukraine to a fairly well off family, though his family was Ethnic Russian and their extended family was from Russia. That being the case, himself and his parents had dual citizenship, though he was the only one born in Ukraine. The economic environment in Ukraine had been improving rapidly since the end of the unrest with Russia, though there was still some tension between their governments.
When Sergei was about 12, his family learned that his grandmother had fallen ill and decided to move to Moscow to help take care of her. They originally intended to only stay until they were no longer needed, but their grandmother never quite recovered, and it was discovered some time later that she had cancer.
It took several years, and during that time Sergei proved to be a good student. He learned English in High School, and got close to fluent in it, but he always could speak it well enough. He also had a talent for Physics and Mathematics, and graduated with the top 10% of his class. His grandmother died roughly two months later, and though they began planning to return to Ukraine, Sergei was notified by the Army that he was to be conscripted, since he hadn't applied to any colleges in Russia.
Still, he took it in stride, saying it was only a year of mandatory service, and the conscription force would likely go easy on him. Oddly enough, he actually found that he had a talent during training, and grew to enjoy the challenges that the military presented. The constant effort to push himself became a daily excitement for him, and he always made the effort to push himself as hard as he could. He graduated in the top 5% of his class, and was invited to join the VDV. He accepted, seeing it as another challenge to overcome, and to further his training.
He almost regretted joining during training, finding the additional hardships to be extreme. Nevertheless, he made the cut and stayed with the airborne unit for four years, attaining the rank of Junior Sergeant and having command of a squad for his last few months. Despite how long he had been in, he only participated in combat a few times against insurgents in the North Caucasus, and only once in Syria. He acted as a forward scout and close quarters specialist in those deployments in which he wasn't a squad leader.
While he did like being in the VDV, he considered the thought that fighting abroad didn't really directly defend innocent lives. He found that he might be more useful in this capacity as a member of the police, and so he decided to apply for SOBR, a special tactics division of the MVD. They accepted him without hesitation, and while he still had to undergo training, he passed it with ease and was assigned to While he would have been demoted to a lower rank due to seniority, he retained the rank of Junior Sergeant due to his experience in the VDV. He participated in several robberies and hostage rescues, along with two counter-terrorism operations. After a couple of months, he was given the role of leading a detachment from his squad, making him the second in command.
Roughly a year after joining SOBR, he began to hear about how the US had fallen into turmoil. Shortly thereafter, Russia began to re-initiate hostilities with Ukraine, seeing it as an opportunity. Of course, this angered Sergei, and while he wanted to do something about it, most of his ideas involved committing high treason. He requested a short leave from SOBR, which he was granted. This gave him time to consider his options, and after much deliberation, he decided to defect to the US. He decided upon defecting as opposed to simply leaving for multiple reasons, but primarily out of fear that he would be arrested, being Ukrainian, if he arranged to leave Russia by conventional means.
During his planning phase, he decided to meet with Edward Snowden in the hopes that he would assist Sergei in contacting the US government anonymously. Snowden supplied him with the tools to do so, along with a list of US sympathizers in Russia and ways to contact them, though he understandably declined to go any further. He made contact with the CIA and described his situation, specifically stating that he planned on renouncing his Russian citizenship upon arrival, and that he was prepared to assist the US in containing their insurgency, while also omitting the fact that he was aided by Snowden. He and his contact determined that the best way to get out of the country was to cross the Bering Strait within the next couple of months and make contact in Nome, Alaska. He added that he would bring his weapon of choice as well, both to use once in the US, and also for self defense should he be pursued. The CIA agreed, under the condition that he surrender the weapon until he is admitted into whichever service he is placed in.
A month later, he requisitioned an AS VAL and three magazines, packed 150 thousand Rubles and enough gear to make the trip, and left Moscow, hopping trains until he made it to the Far East. He chartered a couple of planes and boats to make it to the Bering Strait. He made it as far as Lavrentiya before making the long walk across the Bering Strait, stopping at the Diomedes for a night before making the rest of the way across the ice and into mainland Alaska. He then hiked the rest of the way to Nome, upon which he was greeted by three CIA agents and then taken to Washington.
After several days of negotiations and mild interrogation, in which he basically gave them his complete service record. He was then transferred to the FBI, who informed him of Task Force Trident, and that they wanted him in it. He couldn't refuse the offer, and was assigned to the force immediately.
Loadout:
- Primary: AS VAL w/ 2x PSO scope (or) Saiga 12k w/ Kobra sight (depending on the mission)
- Secondary: CZ-75 SP-01 w/ suppressor
- Grenades: 3 flashbang grenades
- Combat knife
- 1 breaching charge; 5 M-80s (decoys)
- Pocketfull of nuts and bolts (decoys)
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