Thread: Jugger & Sionnach - Military

A military helicopter painted a dark shade of camo hummed through the night sky as it made its way over the seemingly endless forest. Within the chopper, three people sat in their seats listening to their debriefing through the headsets. Mission Neutralize the cocaine base of operations believed to be hidden in the amazon forest. Will be dropped x miles from the believed location coordinates will be sent to the leaders GPS you wanna be squad leader?. When the mission is complete, report back base, and coordinates for rendezvous will be provided. Good luck soldiers. You're the best there is don't fail. The girl sitting closest to the open space, where they would eventually jump out of, turned to look out at the jungle bellow with her thoughtful dark brown eyes. The wind whipped at her shoulder-length black hair and she raised a hand to her head in an attempt to hold some of her hair back and out of her eyes. Her name was Winny, short for Kasawinla . She didn't wear much in ways of clothes a black skin tight shirt that looked sort of like a sports bra a pair of fingerless-black gloves cargo capri black pants and a pair of ankle sneakers. on her right upper arm was a native american arm band with a single preserved eagle feather hanging from it. She was native american born although her lighter-then-copper-skin indicated she wasn't full native american. Her specialty in her service to her country was a combination of navigation and recon. A desert eagle pistol at her hip, and a sniper rifle laying across her lap. She knew how to live off the land and work with it so to stay hidden from her enemies. She spent a tour? in the army as a recon scout in the amazon rain forest. After her 4 years service was up she went back to her tribe and a year later she was contacted. Her skills with stealth and accuracy with her rifle caught the attention of some people high up and she was offered a place in the special unit team that she is apart of now I was thinking of having your guy and Winny being the battle brothers so-to-speak while my other girl is sort of the new kid that they know but don't exactly have that bond of trust and brotherhood Sitting across the cabin from her in the middle seat was another girl with mouse brown hair held up in a messy bun. Her bright forest green eyes stared down in sheer admiration at the pump-action shotgun in her lap while one of her hands polished the black metal. Erika , the Italian-blood army brat of a renowned general, was the ballistics expert. Anything ranging from a shotgun to a full powered gatling gun. Growing up somewhat of a pyromaniac and arsonist, she can disarm most any known explosive devices and on the flip side create explosives with the simplest, and often times most improvised, of items. She wore camo cargo pants with army boots earth brown shirt that was tight enough to emphasize her bigger-then-average chest underneath an open green military vest a belt of frag grenades and incindenarysp? grenades that she made herself and around her neck was small ball-link chain with a pair of dogtags hanging from it. The dogtags belonging to her late father. About a year and a half ago, Erika was arrested for accidently blowing up what she called a corrupt senators house and was given the surprising option of either spending life in prison, or signing on a life term in the military as a member of this special force. Her choice was obvious and she has been with the other two of the team ever since.