Age: 35
Race: Human, Caucasian
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 190
Basics: Standard clothing; Marine Digi-camo uniform. Civilian clothes; Jeans and plain green/tan t-shirts. Likes hats.
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Jace Enheign
Combat Operative.
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a character in “S.C.E.S.S.”, originally authored by Grahf, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
Name: Jace "Doc" Enheign
Age: 35
Race: Human, Caucasian
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 190
Basics: Standard clothing; Marine Digi-camo uniform. Civilian clothes; Jeans and plain green/tan t-shirts. Likes hats.
Out of Armor
Age: 35
Race: Human, Caucasian
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 190
Basics: Standard clothing; Marine Digi-camo uniform. Civilian clothes; Jeans and plain green/tan t-shirts. Likes hats.
Personality
Personality: A survivor, willing to go that extra mile to ensure his health. A traitor to some, killer and thief, he always looks out for number one. Not a bad guy really, just not who you want at your back in a tough spot. A smooth talker, Jace has the Devil's tongue, able to manipulate and con with the best of them. Though he is a backstabber and a bastard he is brave, he will fight..and kill whatever gets in the way of his survival. In his words "You don't have to run faster than the bear, just the guy next to you. A bullet to the knee slows him up reeeal nice."
Skills: Medical skills, Jace spent time in the military as a Corpsman; a combat medic attached to a Marine Platoon. His time in the service granted him ample practice in dressing battle wounds and other combat injuries. As a member of the armed forces he had to pass Marksmanship exams; Expert with Pistol, Marksman with Rifle, Qualified to operate the SAW(Squad Automatic Weapon). Since his time in the service he has taken up bike riding to stay in shape.
Stats: 1-10/40 pts.
-Strength: 5 Low||||||-----High (Average)
-Intelligence: 9 Low|||||||||-High (Advanced)
-Agility: 6 Low||||||----High (Average)
-Wisdom: 8 Low||||||||--High (Advanced)
-Toughness: 5 Low|||||-----High (Average)
-Dexterity: 7 Low|||||||---High (Above Average)
Equipment
Gear:
-standard Med-Pack: Tourniquetx2, Large Gauze Padx2, Small Gauze Padx4, Sterile Dressing Rollx3, Quick-Clotx4, Field Shearsx1
Standard Combat Gear: Engarde Deluxe level IIIA body armor, Kevlar Elbow/Knee Pads, Tinted Goggles.
Weapons:
-G36c: Medium Range Assault Rifle. 5.56mm NATO. 30-round detachable box magazine. Range: 800 meters (870 yd)
-M9: Close Range Pistol. 9mm Hollow Point. 15 round detachable box magazine. Range: 50 m
-SOG Jungle Primitive: Melee Weapon; Knife. Blade length: 9-1/2"Overall Length: 15-3/16″.
-khukuri: Melee Weapon; Knife. Blade length: 10.5 inches approx. Thickness: 7.5 mm approx. Weight: 775 grams approx.
Note: Various smaller blades also may be used, including a Fox Cutlery Karambit.
Tactical Armor Details
ENGARDEIIIA-PRO
The ENGARDEIIIA-PRO is a full-wrap design made of 100% Dyneema offering superior stopping power, excellent blunt trauma capabilities and first rate comfort. The ENGARDEIIIA-PRO exceeds NIJ Level IIIA performance and minimizes blunt trauma due to integrated anti-trauma stitching.
Armor technical details
Ballistic capabilities : NIJ Level IIIA+ Tokarev Ball 7,62x25mm, Makarov 9x18mm and Action Effect 9x19mm
V50 (9mm) : 563 m/sec
Armor material : DSM Dyneema ®
Areal Density : 5.6 kg/m2
Weight (medium size) : 1.8 kg / 3.9 lbs
Thinness : 7.5 mm
Notes on Dyneema:
High strength/low weight – Dyneema® is 15 times stronger than steel, and 40% stronger than aramids on a weight-for-weight basis.
Low specific gravity (0.97) - Dyneema® floats on water and is ideal for lightweight solutions.
Excellent chemical resistance - Dyneema® is chemically inert, and independent studies have confirmed that Dyneema® performs well in dry, wet, salty and humid conditions, as well as other situations where chemicals are present.
UV resistant – Products made with Dyneema® fiber show strong resistance to photo degradation when exposed to UV light. The high UV resistance of the fiber ensures continuing high performance.
Moisture resistant - Dyneema® fiber is hydrophobic. It resists water absorption, providing an extra level of protection and durability.
High durability - Dyneema® fiber can withstand the harshest environments for a longer time. This is due to its inherent strength, and its resistance to many damaging chemical agents..
History
HISTORY
Jace was raised to look after himself, product of a broken home, he learned the hard way that he had to look after himself or get walked all over. When he hit 18 he joined the military, and did well for himself. Becoming a Corpsman, a Naval Medic, he was attached to a Squad of Marines. Eventualy he finished his term of service and re-joined the civilian world. Finding himself lost in a sea of people who had nothing in common with him he sought employment in the mercenary field. Selling his skills as a Medic and a front-line soldier, he soon grew in popularity, and in fortune. With more cash came more equipment and better jobs..and more cash, a cycle formed. Clandestine groups often call upon Jace, as there is no one else willing to do the shit he does; no one else is as competent a medic under fire.
So begins...
Jace Enheign's Story
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Jace
ID in hand, Jace knew the drill, the guard allowed him leave to enter the Mess. He wasn't hungry, having had a late lunch, but God's Voice had commanded him to go here. No one knew if he was joking or not when he called the loud-speakers that, he would just look at the questioner funny. He had an odd humor, it was difficult to understand. The main issue came from Jace being smarter than you. It was not an insult, unless your IQ was at some crazy genius level...Jace was smarter than you. And he knew it.
Dressed today in simple civilian clothes; an olive green hoodie and cargo pants, black boots and a pair of sunglasses, after as many years of Active duty as Jace had served no one bothered to try to force a uniform on him. A quick sweep of the room locates the table his team is assigned, and brushing past several others Jace cuts in the food line. Those behind him stare rage at his back, while those that know him do the best they can to soothe tempers. One large man attempts to reach out and seize Jace's shoulder, only to be stopped by his buddies, one muttering something about '...you don't mess with the Doc..'
It was common knowledge; You did not mess with those that prepared your food, or those that sewed you up.
A simple drink was all Jace was after, today he wanted juice. Settled in his selection of some mish-mash of fruit juices in a large cup he turns and nods with a grin at those he cut in line..and wanders off. Taking a rather round-about tour of the Mess, greeting a few people he knew, he eyes the table he was supposed to sit at. By now there was two, a man and a woman. From his notes on the team he knew them both, knew them quite well. It was an advantage in his favor; as a medical specialist he HAD to know about the team, so he was issued detailed files on all it's members.
Satisfied that he had some advantage in the situation Jace finally joins the group. Sitting, silent for the moment, he drinks his juice while looking the others over.
ID in hand, Jace knew the drill, the guard allowed him leave to enter the Mess. He wasn't hungry, having had a late lunch, but God's Voice had commanded him to go here. No one knew if he was joking or not when he called the loud-speakers that, he would just look at the questioner funny. He had an odd humor, it was difficult to understand. The main issue came from Jace being smarter than you. It was not an insult, unless your IQ was at some crazy genius level...Jace was smarter than you. And he knew it.
Dressed today in simple civilian clothes; an olive green hoodie and cargo pants, black boots and a pair of sunglasses, after as many years of Active duty as Jace had served no one bothered to try to force a uniform on him. A quick sweep of the room locates the table his team is assigned, and brushing past several others Jace cuts in the food line. Those behind him stare rage at his back, while those that know him do the best they can to soothe tempers. One large man attempts to reach out and seize Jace's shoulder, only to be stopped by his buddies, one muttering something about '...you don't mess with the Doc..'
It was common knowledge; You did not mess with those that prepared your food, or those that sewed you up.
A simple drink was all Jace was after, today he wanted juice. Settled in his selection of some mish-mash of fruit juices in a large cup he turns and nods with a grin at those he cut in line..and wanders off. Taking a rather round-about tour of the Mess, greeting a few people he knew, he eyes the table he was supposed to sit at. By now there was two, a man and a woman. From his notes on the team he knew them both, knew them quite well. It was an advantage in his favor; as a medical specialist he HAD to know about the team, so he was issued detailed files on all it's members.
Satisfied that he had some advantage in the situation Jace finally joins the group. Sitting, silent for the moment, he drinks his juice while looking the others over.
"Yeah," Caitriona said, giving a small smile. "That's right." She blinked at Ghost for a moment and then looked down at her sandwich.
It was very neatly assembled with whole grain bread and layers of mushrooms and eggplants and other mysterious ingredients all with some interestingly colored sauce spilled sparingly throughout the ensemble. Still, Caitriona had a feeling that once she actually picked up the sandwich, it would probably fall apart in her hands. She wondered how best to solve the problem - and then shrugged mentally. Sandwiches were never easy to eat cleanly, and unless she wanted to staple the sides shut, this one would probably end up the same way.
Picking up the sandwich, she took a bite. There was a crunch and then a leafy green vegetable that wouldn't break until Caitriona used her fingers to separate the thing, getting mayonnaise on her hands as she did so. She gave her finger a light lick to clean it and then wiped it on a napkin before finishing her bite and taking a sip of the iced tea. There was very little sugar in it, and all that she could actually taste was tea and the faint, acidic scent of lemon. She took another bite of her sandwich, this time trying to find a place where the leafy green vegetable - spinach, it tasted like - would break evenly.
She continued this way for a moment until a shaved, cold-looking man walked over to them and sat down. He looked them over, silently drinking his juice.
Caitriona blinked at him for a moment, swallowed her bite and then said, in a very light way, "Hi."
It was very neatly assembled with whole grain bread and layers of mushrooms and eggplants and other mysterious ingredients all with some interestingly colored sauce spilled sparingly throughout the ensemble. Still, Caitriona had a feeling that once she actually picked up the sandwich, it would probably fall apart in her hands. She wondered how best to solve the problem - and then shrugged mentally. Sandwiches were never easy to eat cleanly, and unless she wanted to staple the sides shut, this one would probably end up the same way.
Picking up the sandwich, she took a bite. There was a crunch and then a leafy green vegetable that wouldn't break until Caitriona used her fingers to separate the thing, getting mayonnaise on her hands as she did so. She gave her finger a light lick to clean it and then wiped it on a napkin before finishing her bite and taking a sip of the iced tea. There was very little sugar in it, and all that she could actually taste was tea and the faint, acidic scent of lemon. She took another bite of her sandwich, this time trying to find a place where the leafy green vegetable - spinach, it tasted like - would break evenly.
She continued this way for a moment until a shaved, cold-looking man walked over to them and sat down. He looked them over, silently drinking his juice.
Caitriona blinked at him for a moment, swallowed her bite and then said, in a very light way, "Hi."
Jace
The greeting received only a pointed look, Jace simply looking at Caitriona with almost a pained expression. He did not bother to explain it. Further responses were thwarted by the arrival of two more team members. The first, a male...was revealed to be the head-case that had been red-flagged in Jace's notes, this one received a quick glance, as the team's medic drank more juice. The files were in conclusive on this one, but ruled that he would be of use. However, his lack of compassion would be noted. It was not uncommon, but ran close to being dangerous in the long run.
The next to step up, and looking rather...fresh from the gym...was Fiona. 'Wings' as her file had nicknamed her. How quaint. A quick mental check allowed Jace to remember; she was to be his back-up, one of the only others here that could patch up the human form with any skill. It would do well to keep her alive, he thought, incase he needed any work done himself. It was always good to have back-up, but spoke to Jace on a personal level; those on high though him incapable. This did not bode well. If they felt a need to provide extra support..then this mission was nasty indeed.
All in all it was a nice team, healthy..for the most part, and rather sane...once again for the most part. They would be fine, though not all would survive. When did they? He would do his best however to keep the red stuff in, and the bad stuff out. Preventative medicine was killing the bad guys before they killed your team. He learned it that way when serving with the Marines, and it stuck with him.
The toast, always the toast. Some traditions seemed like a waste, this was one Jace could do without. He tried ignoring it one mission once, but it became such an issue that he had resolved to put aside his personal feelings on the matter. Jace frowned, lifting his juice, and speaking for the first time. "Three. Nine. Seven." Even tones, not soft spoken, just bland. He put forth nothing in his voice, just pushing out the words as they were needed.
The greeting received only a pointed look, Jace simply looking at Caitriona with almost a pained expression. He did not bother to explain it. Further responses were thwarted by the arrival of two more team members. The first, a male...was revealed to be the head-case that had been red-flagged in Jace's notes, this one received a quick glance, as the team's medic drank more juice. The files were in conclusive on this one, but ruled that he would be of use. However, his lack of compassion would be noted. It was not uncommon, but ran close to being dangerous in the long run.
The next to step up, and looking rather...fresh from the gym...was Fiona. 'Wings' as her file had nicknamed her. How quaint. A quick mental check allowed Jace to remember; she was to be his back-up, one of the only others here that could patch up the human form with any skill. It would do well to keep her alive, he thought, incase he needed any work done himself. It was always good to have back-up, but spoke to Jace on a personal level; those on high though him incapable. This did not bode well. If they felt a need to provide extra support..then this mission was nasty indeed.
All in all it was a nice team, healthy..for the most part, and rather sane...once again for the most part. They would be fine, though not all would survive. When did they? He would do his best however to keep the red stuff in, and the bad stuff out. Preventative medicine was killing the bad guys before they killed your team. He learned it that way when serving with the Marines, and it stuck with him.
The toast, always the toast. Some traditions seemed like a waste, this was one Jace could do without. He tried ignoring it one mission once, but it became such an issue that he had resolved to put aside his personal feelings on the matter. Jace frowned, lifting his juice, and speaking for the first time. "Three. Nine. Seven." Even tones, not soft spoken, just bland. He put forth nothing in his voice, just pushing out the words as they were needed.
The man gave her a look just short of a glare. Caitriona blinked at him and then looked up as two others joined them - another girl, with pretty strawberry-blonde hair and a semi-tall, lean man with blonde hair - a bit longer than most of the other soldiers had. They introduced themselves - Fiona and Zachary, respectively. Caitriona looked at the shaved man, who was, at the moment, the only one who was still nameless to her. But before she could ask anything, Ghost spoke up. She turned her attention back to him, although she wasn't very interested by his idea - a toast - it seemed a little early and a little - a little empty - there was no point in it as far as she could see, nothing to celebrate.
Still, she lifted her glass, saying the numbers lightly and then adding, in a mouthed whisper that only she could hear, "May God bless us." She had refrained from saying a prayer before she ate because she hadn't wished to impose on the others. After all, religion wasn't always the best topic to start on. She drank her glass and then put it down again with a soft clunk noise. She had picked up her sandwich again when Zachary began to speak with Fiona - something about sparring.
Caitriona was mildly interested, but decided to let it rest for a moment. She looked at the shaved man, who's name was still unknown. Not that names really mattered in this line of business, but it was always nice to know "What's your name?" She asked, keeping her voice light and calm. Her sandwich settled comfortably in her hand, she took a semi-medium bite and chewed.
As she waited for his answer, she listened idly to Fiona and Zachary talk. There was not a large difference in size between the two - Fiona was almost as tall as Zachary - but while Fiona looked slender and lithe, Zachary had a more hard muscle build. It would be an interesting fight. She was not a hand-to-hand combat person, but watching people fight was always interesting - and she could always use improvement. She swallowed and took a light sip and looked at Ghost for his answer. If he didn't have anything more to say to them, then maybe she'd ask to tag along - it wasn't as if she had anything else to do.
Still, she lifted her glass, saying the numbers lightly and then adding, in a mouthed whisper that only she could hear, "May God bless us." She had refrained from saying a prayer before she ate because she hadn't wished to impose on the others. After all, religion wasn't always the best topic to start on. She drank her glass and then put it down again with a soft clunk noise. She had picked up her sandwich again when Zachary began to speak with Fiona - something about sparring.
Caitriona was mildly interested, but decided to let it rest for a moment. She looked at the shaved man, who's name was still unknown. Not that names really mattered in this line of business, but it was always nice to know "What's your name?" She asked, keeping her voice light and calm. Her sandwich settled comfortably in her hand, she took a semi-medium bite and chewed.
As she waited for his answer, she listened idly to Fiona and Zachary talk. There was not a large difference in size between the two - Fiona was almost as tall as Zachary - but while Fiona looked slender and lithe, Zachary had a more hard muscle build. It would be an interesting fight. She was not a hand-to-hand combat person, but watching people fight was always interesting - and she could always use improvement. She swallowed and took a light sip and looked at Ghost for his answer. If he didn't have anything more to say to them, then maybe she'd ask to tag along - it wasn't as if she had anything else to do.
Jace
Tracking the conversations flowing about, while also going over some of his notes in his head, Jace held up a finger at the woman's question. Taking a small sip of his juice, he waits, a pause in the noise, so that he need not raise his voice. Such a pause comes shortly there after, the two chattering about a spar waited for an answer from Ghost, and he himself looked to be chewing..so it was a prime window.
"My name is Jace. I will be providing medical and combat support for this mission. I have extensive practice in both front-line action, and combat-trauma, as I spent time working with the Marines as a Corpsman." he pauses, eyes moving from face to face. "However, you should all have some basic first aid know-how. If this is not the case, you will report directly to me after this meal is over, I will be instructing basic use of emergency gear."
With a nod towards Ghost he continues, "This here is the leader, we all listen to him. He says jump, we are already in the air. However, by Standard Action Regulations I have full medical authority to over-rule an order that is counter inductive to the squad. Bear in mind however that given the grave situation that we all may be facing....that rule may have to go right out the window."
He turned to look at Cait and nodded slightly "While god may not have a hand in things, I certainly will do my best." his smile was hardly what one would call warm. He knew her file, and knew the place religion had in her life. It was not meant to be a shot at her, but a small poke. Jace was an intellectual, he had no place for fantasy and religion in his mind, he liked to tease those who did.
Tracking the conversations flowing about, while also going over some of his notes in his head, Jace held up a finger at the woman's question. Taking a small sip of his juice, he waits, a pause in the noise, so that he need not raise his voice. Such a pause comes shortly there after, the two chattering about a spar waited for an answer from Ghost, and he himself looked to be chewing..so it was a prime window.
"My name is Jace. I will be providing medical and combat support for this mission. I have extensive practice in both front-line action, and combat-trauma, as I spent time working with the Marines as a Corpsman." he pauses, eyes moving from face to face. "However, you should all have some basic first aid know-how. If this is not the case, you will report directly to me after this meal is over, I will be instructing basic use of emergency gear."
With a nod towards Ghost he continues, "This here is the leader, we all listen to him. He says jump, we are already in the air. However, by Standard Action Regulations I have full medical authority to over-rule an order that is counter inductive to the squad. Bear in mind however that given the grave situation that we all may be facing....that rule may have to go right out the window."
He turned to look at Cait and nodded slightly "While god may not have a hand in things, I certainly will do my best." his smile was hardly what one would call warm. He knew her file, and knew the place religion had in her life. It was not meant to be a shot at her, but a small poke. Jace was an intellectual, he had no place for fantasy and religion in his mind, he liked to tease those who did.
At first, Jace's words just slid over Caitriona, the name and the occupation absorbed, but nothing else. She listened as he listed his history a bit, but didn't bother to store the information under important files in her mind. After all, it was probably something that would never come up again - or at least, not on business anyway. And she didn't really think that this guy was up for making any small talk that didn't have to relate to a mission, so there was no point in storing the data.
Basic first aid... It definitely wasn't one of Caitriona's strong suits. She was a gunman - gunwoman, which meant that she rarely got very close to her target and even more rarely got injured. The times that she had... medics had always been available and willing to help. It was their job, after all.
She watched as he nodded to Ghost in deference, before he continued with a statement that was anything but. It made her smile absently, and she glanced at Ghost to see his reaction. Before she could register it though, Jace turned to look at her, nodding his head slightly. His lips spread in something that might have been classified as a grimace on someone else's face, but on his? Caitriona wasn't quite sure, but she had a feeling that the medic was giving her a smile, a cold one, yes, but still, a smile.
"While God may not have a hand in things, I certainly will do my best."
Her eyebrows rose, arching into fine bows, as she stared at him. From the look on his face and the tone in his voice, it was meant to be a quip on her. As if he knew her beliefs. She locked eyes with him for a moment and then blinked, relaxing herself and lowering her eyes.
Not everyone believed in God - she knew that very well. However, she also knew that God did exist. He might not interfere with life very often, but He cared about His creations and watched over them all the time - always and everything. God would protect her, and after death, He would welcome her into His kingdom. Those who didn't believe lived cold lives, sad lives - lives with no meaning in them. They didn't understand that every life was made by God and that every life is lived for Him. And unfortunately, it was their loss, not God's.
Still, even knowing that, Caitriona felt a bit of a pique under her skin. She felt challenged. Lifting her head, she smiled at Jace, keeping the smile light. "I think I'll take you up on that offer. I'd like some basic first aid training." Her eyes flickered to Fiona and Zachary. "If Fiona and Zachary don't mind, we could go watch their fight, and then afterwards, you could show me how best to take care of minor injuries." She looked at Fiona and Zachary. "Do you guys mind?" And then at Ghost, "Ghost, sir? Do you have anything for us to do?"
Basic first aid... It definitely wasn't one of Caitriona's strong suits. She was a gunman - gunwoman, which meant that she rarely got very close to her target and even more rarely got injured. The times that she had... medics had always been available and willing to help. It was their job, after all.
She watched as he nodded to Ghost in deference, before he continued with a statement that was anything but. It made her smile absently, and she glanced at Ghost to see his reaction. Before she could register it though, Jace turned to look at her, nodding his head slightly. His lips spread in something that might have been classified as a grimace on someone else's face, but on his? Caitriona wasn't quite sure, but she had a feeling that the medic was giving her a smile, a cold one, yes, but still, a smile.
"While God may not have a hand in things, I certainly will do my best."
Her eyebrows rose, arching into fine bows, as she stared at him. From the look on his face and the tone in his voice, it was meant to be a quip on her. As if he knew her beliefs. She locked eyes with him for a moment and then blinked, relaxing herself and lowering her eyes.
Not everyone believed in God - she knew that very well. However, she also knew that God did exist. He might not interfere with life very often, but He cared about His creations and watched over them all the time - always and everything. God would protect her, and after death, He would welcome her into His kingdom. Those who didn't believe lived cold lives, sad lives - lives with no meaning in them. They didn't understand that every life was made by God and that every life is lived for Him. And unfortunately, it was their loss, not God's.
Still, even knowing that, Caitriona felt a bit of a pique under her skin. She felt challenged. Lifting her head, she smiled at Jace, keeping the smile light. "I think I'll take you up on that offer. I'd like some basic first aid training." Her eyes flickered to Fiona and Zachary. "If Fiona and Zachary don't mind, we could go watch their fight, and then afterwards, you could show me how best to take care of minor injuries." She looked at Fiona and Zachary. "Do you guys mind?" And then at Ghost, "Ghost, sir? Do you have anything for us to do?"
It seemed that several things could happen at once. The male who hadn’t spoken before finally opened his mouth. So he’s the one I need to continue training under. At least I know what he looks like now. Fiona thought as she continued eating. She took in Jace’s appearance before completely absorbing herself in her food until Toxin came over and the side comment about watching the sparing match if they were got one.
As the new female’s words reached the woman an odd twitch settled. Something wasn’t right. And instantly she had a feeling she and the other woman weren’t going to get along. She had always hated being addressed by mission names or even her nickname. So a woman who liked being called her code name and addressed everyone as the task didn’t bode well with Fiona. As much as she wasn’t a talker, she liked getting to know the people she worked with even if she lost them. Better to have known them for who they were than not.
Once their leader started speaking, she turned her head to glance at Ghost. There went the sparring match. Oh well, she knew her body needed a small reprieve first. She went back to eating knowing as much as everyone else that this could be their last meal. It was good and if it were to be the last at least it wasn’t crappy food. She finished off the spaghetti and leaned back. “If we survive in one piece we’ll get that match.” She commented to Zack. She wanted so desperately to fit in here, to have a family and she didn’t want to lose them so soon. But she couldn’t let anyone know how much she wanted to bond just for the fear of the rejection and the lose she knew she would eventually suffer.
“So do we get to know what we’re doing first?” She asked in Ghost’s direction. It would be nice to know if they were heading straight into the danger or not and their chances of coming back.
As the new female’s words reached the woman an odd twitch settled. Something wasn’t right. And instantly she had a feeling she and the other woman weren’t going to get along. She had always hated being addressed by mission names or even her nickname. So a woman who liked being called her code name and addressed everyone as the task didn’t bode well with Fiona. As much as she wasn’t a talker, she liked getting to know the people she worked with even if she lost them. Better to have known them for who they were than not.
Once their leader started speaking, she turned her head to glance at Ghost. There went the sparring match. Oh well, she knew her body needed a small reprieve first. She went back to eating knowing as much as everyone else that this could be their last meal. It was good and if it were to be the last at least it wasn’t crappy food. She finished off the spaghetti and leaned back. “If we survive in one piece we’ll get that match.” She commented to Zack. She wanted so desperately to fit in here, to have a family and she didn’t want to lose them so soon. But she couldn’t let anyone know how much she wanted to bond just for the fear of the rejection and the lose she knew she would eventually suffer.
“So do we get to know what we’re doing first?” She asked in Ghost’s direction. It would be nice to know if they were heading straight into the danger or not and their chances of coming back.
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