Hello! This is my first Red vs Blue fanfiction, so please don't hate on it. This is going to be a short one, introducing a new character I have created!

My story conflicts with RvB canon, if you don't like it, don't read it.

POV: First Person

Time: Before Season 9 of RvB

WARNING: Curse words and sexual references may be in this fanfiction. Read at your own discretion.

FREELANCER AGENT WASHINGTON D.C.: JOURNAL ENTRY #1

Who am I? Oh, nobody. Just an elite soldier from a top-secret UNSC project. We've got kick-ass guns, armor, and vehicles. My name is Agent Washington D.C., and I'm proud of it. So, I figure I better describe myself in this first entry. I've got black hair (which I often keep buzzed), brown eyes, and I'm caucasian. My primary weapon is usually my Sniper Rifle. My seconary; Battle Rifle, Magnum, or DMR. I wear a Scout helmet, CQB chestplate, and Mark VI shoulders. I stand 6 feet, 1 inch tall.

Well, now that you know a bit about me, I think I'll give my opinion on the other Freelancer staff. Carolina is a whiny bitch, but she's the Director's favorite. Maine... kinda scares me a little. I've always wondered how fucked I would be if he was on the other side. CT's kinda whiny, but I'll put up with it, cause she's nice when she's not completely pissed off. I can never take Wyoming seriously, with his accent and all, so I keep my distance from him so as not to offend him. York is my bro, he and I have a lot in common. I think he wants to unload a round into Carolina's ass, if you catch my drift. Florida is pretty cool. I admire his bravery, not wearing arm plating and all. I haven't really gotten to know the Twins yet, so I don't really have an opinion about them. Georgia's a nice guy, a bit clumsy, but nonetheless and nice dude. Utah is kind of an idiot. How could he screw up using a Bubble Shield? They're easy as hell to operate. The Director is an asshole, but the Counselor is nice. Four-Seven-Niner's kinda cute. I've always wanted to know how to pilot a Pelican.

Finally, time to write about recent events. I'm sitting in the med bay right now, because stupid Carolina was too focused on the objective and pleasing her precious Director to notice I was clining for my life to the bumper of her Warthog! I'm sure as hell lucky that Four-Seven-Niner caught me in the bay of the Pelican instead of getting ground into the highway. Other than that, the mission was a success. I heard Georgia had an unfortunate accident yesterday. Remind me never to use a jetpack.

This has been Washington D.C., signing off.

What did you think? Please review. I could stand a bit of constructive critisism.