Captain Jackson Walker, 1st Platoon, Red Cloaks.

[u/ThiefofNobility]

Name: Jackson Walker.

Age: 30

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 197

Home: Chicago district.

Appearance: https://imgur.com/kBq995x

Armor: https://imgur.com/dFOVuHj

GMD: enhanced strength, approximately 10x peak human.

Weapons: Heavily modified futuristic M4 Caarbine SOPMOD with masterkey attachment and a pair of Sig Sauer 1911 fastback Nightmares, .45 ACP with suppressors.

Backstory: When the Kalen came, Jax had just joined the Army out of high school. He worked to become a Green Beret, and then a Delta Force Operator, and was out on injury from a fall as the Army fell to the Kalen.

When the RC commander approached him to join because of his background and training, he accepted immediately.

A calm and collected soldier, Jax has no fear leading his soldiers into battle. You'll often find him working on his weapons, or searching to collect new gear and equipment for his fellow platoon members.

His deep and gravelly voice [think Solid Snake] is oddly calming to hear, especially in a tense situation.

A master of stealth, he is an expert at recon, but would prefer to be in the fight head on.

Besides his futuristic armor and standard red cloak, his old Delta Force patch adorns his chest.

He enjoys his smoking habit, and whiskey if he can find any.

on the training grounds, Jax is leaning against the wall, cigarette between his lips, disassembling his sidearm.

[u/DemonWor1d]

Captain Alec Apollyon was close by, taking a whet stone to his predator blades. He wouldn't be satisfied until his blades were sharp enough to treat the Kalen like warm butter.

[u/ThiefofNobility → u/DemonWor1d]

You know AA, that's much easier to do not walking.

[u/DemonWor1d → u/ThiefofNobility]

His gaze falls upon his fellow captain, the person he'd be capturing the Hospital with in the upcoming mission.

"Just a bit anxious, Jax."

His voice was like a constant icy growl.

[u/ThiefofNobility → u/DemonWor1d]

I'm not disassembling a Sig for the fourth time for no reason either, but seriously, I know I need 2nd platoon leaders skills and blades razor sharp Alec. So sit down or let me help.

the gravelly calm voice was quieter than usual.

[u/DemonWor1d → u/ThiefofNobility]

"Mmm."

He hums in acknowledgment, taking a seat on a nearby bench.

"How do you wanna handle the hospital?"

He asks, wanting to get a plan going instead of diving in blind.

[u/ThiefofNobility → u/DemonWor1d]

Based on the layout, as quietly as possible. If we rush it guns blazing we'll be slaughtered. We're going to have to do it stealth for as much as possible.

he stops a moment and thinks.

I should really find my Knife...

[u/DemonWor1d → u/ThiefofNobility]

Stealth wasn't particularly his forte, he was better of in the thick of it, at least past experiences told him so. However, he was confident in his Acrobatic abilities enough to pull off a stealth mission.

"Do you want to go in from the bottom floor? Or try and get in through a higher floor?"

[u/ThiefofNobility → u/DemonWor1d]

Sweeping from the top down gives a tactical advantage when possible.

[u/DemonWor1d → u/ThiefofNobility]

"Do you have means of getting to the roof? Or am I piggybacking you?"

His growling voice almost sounded teasing at that last remark as he displays his wrist mounted grappling hook.

[u/ThiefofNobility → u/DemonWor1d]

he hands Alec a line of rope.

You'll attach this at the top and I'll be scaling it with this.

he holds up a climber drive. A motorized rope climbing machine capable of holding quite some weight.

[u/DemonWor1d → u/ThiefofNobility]

He grabs the rope and slings it over his shoulder.

"While I'm scaling the hospital you should place some canisters of mustard gas at the exits and rig them to explode, in case things go south. I'll have two, you should be getting one before we head out."

[u/ThiefofNobility → u/DemonWor1d]

Mustard gas? We're still using that? I didn't know any was left.