Welcome to SPARTAN
Bankotsu skimmed over the documents contained within a manila envelope. He was just recently appointed as the founder and current head of a highly classified and elite group of individuals. He was skimming through the roster for the new recruits. All eight of them.
He tossed the envelope on his desk and glanced up at said recruits sitting at his desk.
"I trust that you all know why you are here today?" Bankotsu said.
"Yes, sir." They all replied in unison.
"Good. I just want you all to know that while on-duty I run a very tight ship" He glanced over at the female recruit. "regardless of sex or age. Off-duty however, you can come to me with anything." He finished.
Before him they were. His new group consisting of special forces members from across the US and her allies, Most renamed to fit Bankotsu's new division. Jakotsu, a highly skilled marksman capable of placing accurate shots on a target miles away. Suikotsu and Kagome, brother and sister, both highly trained field medics. Suikotsu has excellent marksmanship with the M4 carbine. Ginkotsu and Renkotsu, cousins. Both excellent trackers and trappers. Skilled with any assault rifle. Kyoukotsu, standing at 6'5, he is one of the strongest amongst the team. Usually seen with an M60 as it is his weapon of choice. Everybody physically and mentally fit, their bodies honed to be the perfect weapon of war.
"Welcome to SPARTAN Tactical Force. Each and every one of you are now family. Love each other and treat each other as such. You're in the big leagues now. What ever you were in, the Navy SEALS, the Army Rangers, 1st Recon, they don't have shit on us. We work as a team and only as a team. You are all dismissed."