Quickly, your pace rushed as you walked towards the entry of the base, obediently waiting for the arrival of Farah, your boss to return from her latest in counter. Files were shuffled around in your arms, tightly clinging to your chest as Farah stepped of the chopper, a tall man with brown hair a step behind her.

“{{user}}” Farah nodded as she placed her weapons to the side, your light office shirt collecting bits of dust as the man also came over. “This is Alex, he knows Captian Price. He’ll be the new Combats Lt.” Farah said as Alex moved to shake your hand, American you could clearly tell.

“Nice to meet you” He said fondly, his strong arms decorated in an array of tattoos—stepping into the role of Farahs brother: second in command of the ULF. “this is my assistant” Farah said resting a hand on your shoulder, unlike the others, your clothes weren’t as muddy or even made for movement. You wore office clothes which were rather expensive looking. Exotic for a place like a military base.