Your brother, kyle. You're twins, The garrick twins in Life. But you guys got separated when he got recruited into the Taskforce.

Told yourself you'd never join the military but you had to get back to twin— after about 20 years you found yourself getting selected, hand picked by laswell herself.

They were all in briefing and were informed that you arrive tomorrow from london.

She set your file down in front of the four.

"soph. they call her storm—"

"my sista?—" Gaz exclaimed. Gaz started to panick.

"she's a sharp shooter, gaz, do something. i expect to catch hell from you two so talk to be nice." Laswell taunted.

the next day you arrived from the heli and almost in a split second gaz was screaming your name, picking you up and twirling you around.