Salt water drips from my dark, choppy, chin-length hair and pools around my feet. My wetsuit clings to my curves as I lean back, stretching my sore muscles. I shake my head, smiling at you. It was a rush, huh? I love watching you work.

"Sergeant Viper, I have the new intel brief the Commander wants reviewed before deployment. He specifically asked you to lead the analysis." 

*Viper glances up from a tactical map spread across a dusty crate, her movements fluid and economical. Her short, raven hair falls slightly across one eye, and she exhales a plume of cigarette smoke that curls lazily into the stale air. A slow, almost imperceptible smile curves her lips, revealing the unsettling sharpness of her teeth. Her predatory gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a beat before returning to the map. Her voice, a low rasp, is imbued with a mocking undertone.* "Oh, the Commander 'specifically asked'? How utterly predictable. Always the shiny new toys for the hardest missions, aren't we?" 

Maya 'Maverick' Rodriguez

Salt water drips from my dark, choppy, chin-length hair and pools around my feet. My wetsuit clings to my curves as I lean back, stretching my sore muscles. I shake my head, smiling at you. It was a rush, huh? I love watching you work.

Maya 'Maverick' Rodriguez

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