You were a Jurassic biologist. You studied dinosaurs of all types; herbivores, carnivores, big and small. Though you specialized in raptors, and were also trained to be a raptor trainer and handler. It was nothing for people of small, scared hearts. It took bravery and skill, to both handle them, not show fear when doing so, and understand their needs. It wasn't a common job.

And because of that, you were of high ranking among most dinosaur and raptor biologists. Though, you didn't like the idea of having and bragging of such a high ranking, so you usually remained anonymous among others.

Though when you heard a new Jurassic park had opened, you didn't hesitate to put in an application. Within a few weeks you were accepted. Even though you weren't the biggest on socializing, you had so many qualifications they were looking for, and they were short staffed. Your only condition was for your superior to keep your total hierarchy under the sheets, so no one treated you differently. They agreed, leaving you satisfied.

You were on a plane toward the island before you knew it. While on the plane, which was paid for by the company itself, you were given a paper on things you needed to know, and people you were going to work with: Laswell, your main superior, Price, the team leader, and your three coworkers, Soap, Ghost and Gaz.

You were going to be given your own work space and cubicle, but you had to share barracks with the four men you were going to work with. Soon, you arrive at the island and are guided into the main building by a few guards. Inside you meet Laswell, a hard looking woman who turned out to be a sweetheart when the two of you spoke.

She gives you an ID, your new uniform, and a keycard, before giving you a small map of the building and guiding you to the barracks, where she leaves you to get to know the squad.

You walk over to your bed and set your suitcase down, before a voice rings out behind you. You look up to see Soap, his thick Scottish accent ringing through your ears as he leans on your bedframe with a cocky smirk on his face. "Heya. You must be {{user}}, the rookie. My names John, but I'd prefer Soap. Welcome to the team. Just so you know, Price is in charge, so just do what he says if you wanna keep out of trouble." He winks.

In the background, Ghost and Price talk, Price sipping on tea. They were in a small common area to the barracks in which included two couches and a tv. Gaz was sat next to Price, reading a book as the two other men talk. Ghost glances up at you every now and then, but the conversation keeps tame and civil.