" Revelations "

Day 1 - 07:24:12

CSM. Jaime 'Razor' Evans

Currently Unassigned

On Route To Task Force 141 Compound

22 years of service in the United States Marine Corp, 4 purple hearts one silver star, and a distinguished service cross. Command Sergeant Major Jaime Evans had a possible flawless career record and a chance to continue it past the usual discharge time. A member of Force Recon and a qualified demo man and marksman. After a long stint in Afghanistan his platoon were reported missing after not coming back from a recon mission in the mountains. 1 year and 3 months they spent in an undetermined location before being rescued by Air Force PJ squad. 6 men were dead and the rest were found in individual cells with multiple injuries, broken bones, and deep lacerations across their face and body. Another 4 men were reported to have been psychologically unstable and admitted into a us army funded mental hospital. The remaining Marines including Jaime reported similar answers to questions asked. "They had no idea why they were captured and what was the reason behind their imprisonment", "they were openly and brutally tortured by several men", " They could not identify their captors and recognized no signs of them being part of any radical organization" " besides being beaten, starved, cut, and tortured one thing stood out in all of their minds…a single man". "One man spent more time causing extreme pain to the Marines more than any other, he seemed Spanish in origin and was called one word…Roba."

Other than one other a Lieutenant named Mike Fox, CSM Jaime Evans was the only Marine that stayed in the service. But not 2 months in the Marines deemed him unfit to serve under the grounds that he was unstable mentally, and had deep mental and emotional scarring because of the Afghan incident. 3 days before his honorable discharge he was contacted by an international Task Force known simply as the 141. That night Jamie hopped aboard a Trans Atlantic airline flight to the UK to join up.

Jaime quickly paid the cabbie and stepped out onto a decaying sidewalk in front of several large warehouses and old tin man barracks. He walked up to a gate and a rough looking plastic box crackled to life. A blurry shadow appeared on the monitor, " Hello Sergeant Major I'm Lieutenant Simon Riley, or "Ghost" as most of the guys call me…give me a minute and ill come down and let you in" Jaime watched as the screen turned black and a door screeched open. A man wearing tactical fatigues and Oakley sunglasses with a skull facemask walked up and unlocked the gate. "Well that's that then… pleased to meet you mate" Ghost held out his hand and Jaime shook it. " Let me grab one of your bags and we will head up to the barracks" Jaime nodded and handed him a duffel bag as he led him to the barracks. "we stay mostly formal around here no "sir this or that" you know", "Fine by me" Jaime replied. Ghost tossed his stuff down on a spare bunk and leaned up against the wall " read your bio and It was pretty gruesome" Jaime stared into his reflection in the dark lenses of Ghost glasses. " Yeah what of it " he said. Ghost merely shrugged "nothing just your not the only one…he tapped his facemask I got a set of scars like that myself" That made sense to Jaime he never covered up his scars and disfigurations Ghost must have been the opposite, preferring to make people wonder rather than stare. Ghost walked to the door and paused " only one man has the artistic capability with a knife like that…your just in time for breakfast by the way" He watched Ghost leave and sat down on the bed " yeah we might get along just fine"

" Jocks Nerds and Brass "

Day 1 - 07:48:34

CSM. Jaime 'Razor' Evans

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Compound

Jaime stood in the middle of a cafeteria looking at a few populated tables, he felt like he was in high school again. " yeah afraid its back in finishing school again mate" Jaime turned to see Ghost holding a vitamin water and a bagel. "you got your medics, your marksmen, your engineers, your techies, and your brass" " I get it I'm the new guy " Jaime said. "well sure, but you're the Sergeant Major so you can just grab a seat at the Captains table I'm sure McTavish will be glad to meet you" Jaime walked over and a man with a Mohawk gestured to a seat next to him. "thanks" he said "not a problem" the man replied in a deep Scottish brogue " I'm Captain McTavish this is Lieutenants Zero and Flash, you already met our dear mister Ghost" "Yeah were is he" Jaime looked around. "he eats in his own hidey hole" McTavish gestured to his face indicating his facemask. Jaime nodded and took a bite of his eggs and bacon. "Well what do you call yourself" asked Zero. "In My old platoon I was called Razor" he said. "Do I want to know why?" Flash said looking at the scars on Jaime's face. "Its up to you" Jaime smiled he had already made a splash. " Glad you're here 'Razor' " said McTavish rolling around Jaime's nickname in his head. "why any reason I wouldn't be" he looked at McTavish. "We haven't had much luck with Sergeant Majors ask the last two", Jaime looked over at Zero and Flash reading their expressions "were are they" he asked taking the bait McTavish smiled "like I said we haven't had much luck with Sergeant Majors", "I see…well if you gents excuse me I'm gonna hit the sack, jet lag is a bitch". "okay"sure"seeya" they said as Jaime walked away. "Definitely an Interesting lot" HE though as he walked to the barracks.