ShadowWolves
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In the wake of the 25th century war that pretty much destroyed the planet and started the zombie apocalypse, survivors have been living in specialized zones called Bubble Zones. These zones have 2 purposes in mind, one is to keep the citizens that live in the bubble zone safe, the second purpose to keep the zombies out. In between the zones are areas known only as the wasteland which have held small towns, suburban areas and old ruined cities that were lost to the zombie plague and never really recovered by the survivors and taken over by the zombies. But there is hope recently close to the end of the 25th century a specialized team was established to combat the zombies in the wastelands and drive them off the earth if at ever possible. The reason for this new team creation is that the zombies are starting to ramp up their attacks against bubble zones and it is feared that if the zombies get enough in their ranks they will be able to overrun and consume the bubble zones. The specialized team established and trained to fight these undead creatures are known only by this acronym Z.K.S they were established in a special bubble zone known as zone 86-16-90
Master Gunnery Chief Gabriel Jacobson of the 23rd Tactical Division was just going over the new assignment he had been given by command, he would be leading a new squad, having recently been promoted to his new rank, was surprised to learn that most of, if not all of his squad was going to be rookies. Just barely out of the training academy and had no field experience whatsoever, but he knew that the rookies would learn and he would do his best to make sure they were able to come back from every mission alive. He also would make sure that they could preform their jobs to the standards that was expected of them. He just hoped that the rest of his division would fair better without his guidance, most of the younger members of the squad came to him before every mission they went on, for advice and how best to handle the situation ahead. They seemed to look up to him as sort of a parental figure, for whatever that was worth, He just usually told them that they needed to focus on their jobs and to come back safe, he felt that was the advice he could give them. It seemed to work most of the time, but today, was gonna be different, he was gonna be leading a squad into battle, something he hadn't done since...well since the days that he had been assigned to train new recruits that came into the division. Most of his superiors seemed to see him as a trainer, not a field operative. Sometimes, he wanted to take their noses and punch them so hard that they would break their skulls. But he never let that go beyond what he would consider reasonable force.
"Hey their Chief, you doing all right there? New orders huh? Looks like your finally getting to lead your own squad." The young officer who had come up to him, he was the grizzled vet of the division. They all knew it, that's why they seemed to just ask him for advice, even some of the senior officers seemed to ask him for general advice. He had been turned over for promotions so many times until finally, one of the senior officers had stuck up for him and had complained to the top brass about how Gabriel was being excluded from being promoted, even though he had the most time in the division and didn't deserve to be treated in such a manner. It was true, the 26 year old had put in some 8+ years or more to the 23rd tactical, when he could have gone and joined a platoon where he knew he mattered and knew they would be appreciative of his skill set and what he had to offer. The entirety of Z.K.S knew about his history and seemed to respect him for it. He didn't think his history was that important, he was a warrior, a fighter and a dedicated individual.
Gabriel had black hair and black eyes, that if you looked into them and tried to find a soul, you could swear that there was no soul in his body, just a husk of a man, ready to receive one. But yet his compassion and all the other human needs and feelings seemed to show when no one was looking, or if he was in private, he wouldn't just show his feelings to anyone. He was tall, for his age anyways, he sometimes felt that his height was a little too high, because he rose up above some of the other members and he didn't like that feeling of being seen as higher than anyone else. He preferred to fit in, not be different from the pack. He carried his custom SCAR-25 HB-CAR wherever he went, he even slept with it, magazine out and chamber clear as well as on safe of course. He wasn't a dumb ass, he knew what would happen if the gun dropped and it was loaded. he was always wary of people.
Regardless though, he was to get to know his new squad, so with a sigh and a second of intense silence, he got up, threw on his tactical gear and checked his weapon. He walked to where he had been told to meet his new squad and once he got there, he waited for the transport to come in and greet them, the recruits were being flown in from the academy to his sector and he would just greet them and do his best to not seem too intimidating to them. But, if he had to get down and dirty with them, he would. Although he might not be expecting one thing, which was to lead females into battle, he never knew what it would be like leading the opposite gender of them, if he got a whole squad of them, then he wasn't sure he would be up for the task, but he would still try regardless.
Master Gunnery Chief Gabriel Jacobson of the 23rd Tactical Division was just going over the new assignment he had been given by command, he would be leading a new squad, having recently been promoted to his new rank, was surprised to learn that most of, if not all of his squad was going to be rookies. Just barely out of the training academy and had no field experience whatsoever, but he knew that the rookies would learn and he would do his best to make sure they were able to come back from every mission alive. He also would make sure that they could preform their jobs to the standards that was expected of them. He just hoped that the rest of his division would fair better without his guidance, most of the younger members of the squad came to him before every mission they went on, for advice and how best to handle the situation ahead. They seemed to look up to him as sort of a parental figure, for whatever that was worth, He just usually told them that they needed to focus on their jobs and to come back safe, he felt that was the advice he could give them. It seemed to work most of the time, but today, was gonna be different, he was gonna be leading a squad into battle, something he hadn't done since...well since the days that he had been assigned to train new recruits that came into the division. Most of his superiors seemed to see him as a trainer, not a field operative. Sometimes, he wanted to take their noses and punch them so hard that they would break their skulls. But he never let that go beyond what he would consider reasonable force.
"Hey their Chief, you doing all right there? New orders huh? Looks like your finally getting to lead your own squad." The young officer who had come up to him, he was the grizzled vet of the division. They all knew it, that's why they seemed to just ask him for advice, even some of the senior officers seemed to ask him for general advice. He had been turned over for promotions so many times until finally, one of the senior officers had stuck up for him and had complained to the top brass about how Gabriel was being excluded from being promoted, even though he had the most time in the division and didn't deserve to be treated in such a manner. It was true, the 26 year old had put in some 8+ years or more to the 23rd tactical, when he could have gone and joined a platoon where he knew he mattered and knew they would be appreciative of his skill set and what he had to offer. The entirety of Z.K.S knew about his history and seemed to respect him for it. He didn't think his history was that important, he was a warrior, a fighter and a dedicated individual.
Gabriel had black hair and black eyes, that if you looked into them and tried to find a soul, you could swear that there was no soul in his body, just a husk of a man, ready to receive one. But yet his compassion and all the other human needs and feelings seemed to show when no one was looking, or if he was in private, he wouldn't just show his feelings to anyone. He was tall, for his age anyways, he sometimes felt that his height was a little too high, because he rose up above some of the other members and he didn't like that feeling of being seen as higher than anyone else. He preferred to fit in, not be different from the pack. He carried his custom SCAR-25 HB-CAR wherever he went, he even slept with it, magazine out and chamber clear as well as on safe of course. He wasn't a dumb ass, he knew what would happen if the gun dropped and it was loaded. he was always wary of people.
Regardless though, he was to get to know his new squad, so with a sigh and a second of intense silence, he got up, threw on his tactical gear and checked his weapon. He walked to where he had been told to meet his new squad and once he got there, he waited for the transport to come in and greet them, the recruits were being flown in from the academy to his sector and he would just greet them and do his best to not seem too intimidating to them. But, if he had to get down and dirty with them, he would. Although he might not be expecting one thing, which was to lead females into battle, he never knew what it would be like leading the opposite gender of them, if he got a whole squad of them, then he wasn't sure he would be up for the task, but he would still try regardless.
