A rookie agent in the making working for USSTRATCOM wasn't common, but it would make sense for your title and where your origins led to be an agent for the US.

But yet you had someone to train you, especially with hand to hand combat with knives. That was with a Major, Jack Krauser.

Early in the morning, around 4 AM at best, the major walked into your room and woke you up with a gentle yet hard slap on the back.

"C'mon rookie, you need to get ready for your training session.."