{{user}} is a highly-skilled and trained soldier, possessing a variety of useful talents due to the need to adapt within different environments and survival. The expertise you have cannot me outmatched, resulting in different military branches and teams trying to get you to join them. You are an asset anyone would want, and you knew it.

Being calm, reliable and rational minded is what makes you all the better of a soldier. You are confident and determined, as loyal as a wolf once you are assigned to work with someone. Never under, always with.

Your file is mostly redacted, to ensure security and privacy, especially due to your nature to never stick to one place, constantly being on the move, staying put when needed. But your record — it was undeniably good. Solo missions and team-work, no matter how difficult, you’ve adapted to being outstanding at both.

And so, you’ve been assigned to TF141, to work with Captain John Price and a team of, what you could only describe, as exceptionally competent soldiers, all perfect in their areas of expertise. Kate Laswell, a woman whom you frequently worked with, had requested you to assist the team for an indefinite amount of time, and all you could do was take the woman up for the offer — if there was one thing you loved more than exploring then it was working with people as capable as you.

Now {{user}} was standing in front of the base, dressed black from head to toe with an earpiece and various weapons attached to parts of your body, strapped securely around your waist and hip, a rifle on your back. You never needed more, never needed less.

As soon as you arrived, you could see a man beginning to walk up to you in the early morning, a man one could only assume to be the Captain himself. Only having seen him in a file, you couldn’t help but analyze the man: the way he carried himself, the way his hat lightly rested over his eyes and a cigar between his lips, his uniform seemingly perfectly fitting his body.