Mason a soigneusement déballé le sandwich qu'il avait apporté avec lui, en s'assurant que la frange du papier qu'il avait enveloppé ne serait pas ramassée par le micro du commandant. Il se souciait moins de ce que Flynn ressentait pour le sandwich, le commandant était un autre problème. Il avait toujours un as dans sa manche, ou plutôt une fiole pleine de scotch dans sa poche, pour garder Flynn à portée de main. Peu importe combien de fois je leur demande la cafétéria ici ne fait pas ce grand sandwich. Mason se pensait comme il admirait sa création, ou au moins la moitié de sa création comme il avait caché l'autre moitié pour plus tard. Le sous-marin qu'il avait amené avec lui était un chef-d'œuvre, du moins pour lui de toute façon. Il ne peut pas y avoir de meilleur sandwich sur cette Terre. Il léchait les lèvres alors qu'il ramassait gentiment le sandwich et regardait avec admiration lorsqu'il prenait les ingrédients du sous-marin lorsqu'il entendait le commandant s'en aller. Oh, merde!
Les yeux de Mason se faufilèrent vers Flynn comme il l'avait demandé, "Vous êtes prêts pour cela?" Leurs yeux se rencontrèrent pendant un bref moment sur l'épaule de Flynn et si Flynn avait même fait attention au sandwich Mason ne pouvait pas le dire, et Mason n'était pas en mesure de répondre à la question de Flynn avec sa bouche arrosant autant qu'il l'était. Heureusement, il semblait que Flynn ne s'attendait pas à une réponse alors qu'il commençait à entrer dans l'U.M.F.L'introduction pour toutes les recrues.
Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Ce petit espion n'a pas changé depuis que je suis recrue! On lui a rappelé quand il s'est réveillé dans l'une des petites chambres, à moitié endormies et à moitié confuses sur la façon dont il était arrivé là. Il s'est ébranlé alors qu'il repoussait ses souvenirs là où ils appartenaient. "Oh, eh bien," Il murmura alors qu'il léchait de nouveau ses lèvres avant de prendre la première morsure de son sandwich tout comme Flynn a fini de prononcer son discours.
Il n'avait même pas pu tirer la morsure avant que Flynn se tourne vers Mason avec sa fiole qui lui tenait la main. C'est certainement un peu lui. Mason pensait qu'il regardait depuis la fiole, jusqu'au visage de Flynn, jusqu'au sandwich dans sa bouche et retour à la fiole. Maudit soit sa générosité! Il a sorti le sandwich de sa bouche. "Non, merci," Il a utilisé une de ses mains pour soulever la veste de son costume pour révéler la fiole d'acier dans la poche intérieure. "J'ai le mien, mais je promets de partager." Il regarda le sandwich avec ardeur pendant un moment, en envisageant s'il devait le partager ou non avant de finalement l'étendre vers Flynn. "Vous en voulez?" Mason secoua le sandwich un peu comme s'il essayait de coaxer Flynn plus près comme s'il était un chien qui avait besoin d'une bonne caresse. "Uh," Il pointait vers le début de sa morsure sur le pain. "Peut-être rester loin de ce morceau là."
   
Sabatian était encore à moitié endormi, mais même à moitié endormi, il ne pouvait pas aider le sentiment d'enfoncement dans la fosse de son estomac qu'il n'était plus à la caserne. Il a continué à garder les yeux fermés et a imité être endormi autant qu'il le pouvait comme il a gentiment déplacé ses bras et les jambes sous les couvertures pour essayer d'obtenir une idée de l'endroit où il était. La couverture est la même. Tout comme le matelas et l'oreiller. Ses pieds se sont serrés contre un mur à peu près au moment où ses mains en ont frappé un autre. Mais je ne suis pas dans une cabine? Où diable suis-je?! Il pouvait se sentir en train de paniquer alors que son esprit courait avec des possibilités. Est-ce que j'ai été kidnappé? Non, personne dans leur esprit droit n'enlèverait un soldat du milieu d'une base de l'armée. Alors, ai-je été secouru? C'est encore moins probable que l'équipe ne jetterait pas leur vie comme moi. Je me donne encore des coups de pied pour ça. Il a essayé de se calmer et de ramener sa respiration à la normale, cela a pris quelques minutes mais il a finalement pu.
Ouvre les yeux, Sebastian. Ouvre les yeux. Sebastian continue à se dire que, lentement, et soigneusement, il a ouvert les yeux. Ok, donc je suis dans une sorte de couchette. Il pensait en regardant un mur blanc noir qu'il faisait face. Avoir une sorte de relation avec où il était, même si cela ne l'a pas aidé à comprendre où il était, l'a aidé à se calmer un peu plus, assez pour qu'il puisse entendre les autres dans la pièce avec lui. Je ne suis pas seule. Sebastian prit un moment et retint son souffle assez longtemps pour écouter les autres. Il y en a au moins trois autres ici avec moi. Donc quatre au total. Mais pourquoi?
Il a été violemment tiré de ses pensées comme un clic fort a activé les lumières dans la pièce bannissant l'obscurité qu'il s'était habitué à et faisant aveugler la chambre blanche quelqu'un assez stupide pour être regarder quand ils sont venus, à savoir lui-même. "Sonofa-" Il a commencé comme il a instinctivement jeté ses mains sur ses yeux et a essayé de s'asseoir juste pour se taper la tête dans le haut de la couche de son lit était dans. Maintenant, il était aveuglé dans une pièce inconnue, avec trois autres inconnus et déjà une blessure à la tête mineure. Il n'était pas un soldat pour commencer mais il savait si c'était un combat qu'il était aussi bon que mort.
Puis il y avait un autre son, la statique d'un système d'interphone bourdonnant à la vie suivie d'une voix australienne fortement accentuée qui commence à parler. Ce que je vais vous dire, vous ne pouvez le dire à personne d'autre. Si vous le faites, il y aura de graves conséquences. Mon nom est Flynn James, alias. Fantôme. Ne t'inquiète pas. Vous comprendrez pourquoi on m'appelle Ghost plus tard. Vous avez été choisi pour vos compétences, vos cerveaux et votre personnalité pour faire partie de l'U.M.F., également connu sous le nom de force de mission souterraine. Nous ne sommes ni la CIA, ni le FBI. Nous ne sommes pas liés au gouvernement. Nous vous avons appelés ici aujourd'hui pour que vous acceptiez et commenciez votre formation avec nous. Si vous choisissez de ne pas accepter, votre mémoire sera effacée et vous serez renvoyé à la maison pour vivre une vie normale, heureuse et terne. Mais, si vous acceptez, vous laisserez votre famille, vos amis et votre vie derrière vous et vous commencerez une vie entièrement nouvelle ici. Êtes-vous prêt à laisser tout ce que vous savez pour l'amélioration de l'humanité? Chacun d'entre vous doit monter à la fenêtre et livrer sa réponse. Il n'y aura pas de questions, aucune explication de qui nous sommes, ce que nous faisons, et quel est votre rôle jusqu'à ce que nous ayons obtenu l'acceptation de ceux qui veulent être l'un de nous. La porte ne s'ouvrira pas tant que tout le monde n'aura pas donné sa réponse. Compris? Tant mieux. Maintenant, un à la fois, accédez à la fenêtre pour livrer votre réponse.
Il s'assit dans le silence, ne voulant plus bouger après s'être déjà blessé et a pensé à ce qu'il venait d'entendre. L'U.M.F.? Fantôme? On a été choisis? Qu'est-ce qu'il se passe ici? Il resta dans la couchette, son esprit renaissant encore avec l'information qui venait d'être poussée sur lui. Il semblait être une question simple, les rejoindre ou faire effacer votre mémoire et revenir à votre vie. La vie de Sebastian n'était pas vraiment quelque chose qu'il attendait avec impatience de revenir, mais il n'était pas sûr qu'il était prêt à rejoindre quelque chose comme ça. Je vais attendre. Je vais attendre et voir ce que les autres répondent avant de donner le mien.
Mason Smith

It's all fun and games until someone get's shot in the ass.
Mason stands just over 6' and weighing just a few pounds shy of 200 with a lean muscled figure akin to that of a runner or swimmer's physique. He keeps his dark brown hair cut at a medium length to just cover the nape of his neck and he appear to have a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow no matter the time of day. His face has no scars and his teeth are near perfect he can't say the same for the rest of his body. He has 3 small burns on his left forearm from wrist to elbow. 3 knife wounds; A 7" diagonal slash beginning at the bottom of the sternum and across his ribs, 1 stab wound 2" to the left of his spine in the small of his back, and 1 3" cut along the outside of his right thigh. 7 gunshot wounds; 1 on his right side above his hip, 2 on the front of his left shoulder below his collarbone, 1 on the back of his right shoulder, 1 in his left calf, 1 in his upper arm of his right arm, and 1 in his left buttock. He jokes that there is still plenty of room left for some more.
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Agency Codename:
Knight
Age:
31
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Birthday
January 6
Blood Type
O-
Where You Are From:
Texas, USA
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Position In the Agency:
Handler/Instructor
Weapon of Choice:
Dual FN Five-Seven 5.7x28mm
Vehicle of Choice
Custom Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Rubicon
Position In the Field:
All Available Positions
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Personality
Mason has learned early on that at the U.M.F. death was his only way out. Once he had learned that his outlook had changed. Before coming to the U.M.F. he was a very serious, quiet, and patient individual. Taking the time to stop and plan for every eventuality possible before taking his first step.
Things have changed however and after his first mission with the U.M.F. he did a complete 180. Becoming a less serious individual, he began to take his time with most aspects of his life. He now tends to tell jokes more and even arrive late, even to important events, and tends to fill his spare time with whatever hobby he can. When meeting with the other handlers he tends to flirt towards Agent Ice, he keeps a flask with him for Agent Ghost, and tries his hardest not to get into any brawls with Agent Jackal after the first, and only, left him with a broken nose.
Towards the recruits he tends to act like a fun uncle, telling more jokes, usually ones only he finds funny, and trying to keep things lighthearted while trying to pass on the things he had learned onto the next generation. There are times when glimpses of his former serious self rear it's head and when it does people swear that he must have a hidden twin working within the U.M.F.
History
Mason was born to a well-off ranching family in West Texas, and he spent many of his days working alongside his his father and 2 brothers on the ranch tending to cattle just as soon as he would walk. His mother though wouldn't let his whole life be dictated by the ranch like it had his brothers, and most of his spare time was filled with his studies.
That was his life, day in and day out, throughout his early years well until high school. At 18, during his senior year, pressured by his Father to take over the ranch and begged by his Mother to continue his schooling he eventually left the ranch with warm goodbye's all around, even from his Father who had quickly shut his mouth after his Mother scolded him. He left home and traveled to Philadelphia, his heart set on becoming a doctor, and attended the Perelman School of Medicine at the University of Pennsylvania.
For the next 2 years his life was relatively calm as he pursued his studies. He was at the top of his class and had found, what he claimed, to be the love of his life. It wasn't long into his second year there that he had witnessed a terrible car accident, using he had been learning he was able to save the lives of 3 people that would have died before paramedics could have arrived. The rest of the day he was praised a hero by those that had heard of his deeds and at the end of the day he fell to sleep in the arms of his love.
The next morning however he awoke to find himself in a strange room and it was then he learned of the U.M.F. and he was inducted into it's fold. For the next 8 years he performed his duties perfectly while on missions, although he was a little lackluster when not on a mission, often causing other to wonder if he had a stand-in on missions. On his 29th birthday, after he had completed his latest mission, he was put on a medical leave due to the injuries he had sustained. Mason decided to return home to Texas where he spent the next year making his own ranch under an assumed identity. Within a year though he had been called back by the U.M.F. to become and handler and instructor for the new recruits, and has been doing just that for the last 2 years.
Character Relations
Will Come Later
Other: Mason fills his spare time with hobbies and classes. He most recently mastered magic and cooking.

Sebastian Edwards

"I still don't understand why I'm here, but I'll do my best."
Sebastian stands only about 5'10" and has hardly any muscle on his bones. His hair is cut short for the moment, but he does like to have his hair longer than it is now. He has near perfect teeth after having braces as a child and has no tattoos, even after being in the military. The only scar he has is hidden among his hair, though it shows through with his hair cut as short as it is now. The scar is a 4" line that follows the contours of his head from over his ear to the back of his head.
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Agency Codename:
Sawbones
Age:
20
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Birthday
June 18
Blood Type
A+
Where You Are From:
Portland, Oregon, USA
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Position In the Agency:
Recruit
Weapon of Choice:
Unknown
Handler/Instructor
Vehicle of Choice
2014 Ford Focus
Position In the Field:
Medic
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Personality
Sebastian is a rather shy person around people because of it as well as from events that have transpired in his life. Always being alone in his youth he tends to daydream, often thinking about possibilities rather than eventualities. This habit of his tends to cause him to not plan things ahead of time making him improvise even the most important of tasks.
While he does have trouble making friends, once he does open up to someone he would give his own life to protect them. This can sometimes cause him to act without thinking of the outcomes beforehand and has the potential to get him into more trouble than the friends he recklessly rushed to help.
History
Sebastian was born and raised in Portland, Oregon. His life was nothing special, he was just like any other kid always laughing and playing with his many friends. When he was 5, however, that changed. A fatal car accident took the lives of both of his parents and he moved to live with his grandparents. Distraught by his parents death he was no longer the same kid. He no longer laughed and played with the other children, instead he remained inside his home as if afraid that if he did become friends with the other children they would just be torn away from him just like his parents.
This continued on for years, even at the behest of his grandparents to try and make some friends, and when he was 10 he just happened to make a lifelong friend by chance at school. Over the next few ears his friend slowly tried to coaxed him out of the shell or loneliness he had built around himself, but his ring of friends never truly grew past the one.
At 17 his life was once again shaken when one night he and his friend were beaten and mugged. The night was a blur and all he can remember of the night is waking up a few days later in the hospital feeling like he had failed to protect one of the few precious things in his life. He remained in the hospital for the next week as he healed, and by the time he was ready to leave he had made a promise to himself that he wouldn't lose anyone else.
The next year he joined the army, never really excelling or failing as a member of his squad he became a medic and fell somewhere in the middle of the squad. His squad members never gave him much thought but the bond they developed over the course of their time together they became brothers-in-arms and learned that Sebastian wasn't the kind of person to leave any of them behind. This was further proven on a mission when Sebastian disobeyed orders to find one of his squad mates that had been injured and had fallen behind. He was able to save the man's life and bring him back home, but at the cost of a court martial hearing.
He was waiting to be escorted to the hearing when he awoke in a strange room.
Character Relations
Will Come Later
Other: