I am one of the elite support troops, nameless and faceless beyond my own kind, that follow The Elite into battle to even the odds, at least by the numbers. My family does not know what I do, where I am actually stationed, or where I am sent. I am Infantry ~ a foot soldier ~ but I can fly a Skystriker, a Conquest, a Tomahawk, and a Dragonfly. I can also drive an AWE Striker, a Brawler, a Mauler, a Wolverine, a RAM cycle, and a VAMP. I can fight from the deck of an aircraft carrier in rough seas, and handle a SHARC under those same waves to do what needs to be done. Most of us don't have code names; you have to earn those. I answer to 'Maggot', 'Barbie Doll', 'Soldier' and 'Hey You'. I do my best not to tick off our rather unusual Chain of Command, or anyone with Medical tabs. I don't mess with the Ninja, and I steer clear of the motor pool when at all possible. I refuse to play poker with a certain flyboy, but if there are bets to be placed, I will seek him out. I may not have a lot of rations for myself, but I rarely go into the field without treats for avian and canine teammates. I am proud of my service, even if it's sometimes more Sci-Fi than I really want to deal with, and I can't talk about it in the civilian world.
I am a G.I. Joe Green Shirt!