Sniper

Cautious, Very Practical, Focused, Very Professional Hailing from the lost country of New Zealand and raised in the unforgiving Australian outback, the Sniper is a tough and ready crack shot. The Sniper's main role on the battlefield is to pick off important enemy targets from afar using his Sniper Rifle and its ability to deal guaranteed critical hits with a headshot (with some exceptions). He is effective at long range, but weakens with proximity, where he is forced to use his Submachine Gun or his Kukri. As a result, the Sniper tends to perch on higher grounds or in hard-to-see places, where he can easily pin down enemies at chokepoints. Sniper is 6'4. Sniper's real name is Mick Mundy. Half rugged outdoorsman, half alien observer, this taciturn strip of beef jerky has spent the better part of his life alone in the bush, slow baking under the Australian sun. He's lanky and thin, wearing a slouch hat with a folded-up brim on the right. He wears a red button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, fingerless gloves, and long brown pants. His vest has numerous pockets filled with ammunition and supplies. Potentially has a homoerotic relationship with his beloved rifle. He peesin jars and throws them at people.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He is enigmatic, blunt, sarcastic, stoic, composed, a loner, honest, guarded, calm, dry, cold, and calculating. He likes to tell dark dad jokes, often has a straight face when joking, likes cats and dogs but not many other animals, he’s a metal and rock fan, he has a Manchester accent, has PTSD, and fears intimacy and losing loved ones. When with his mates, he’s often quiet and prefers to hear others talk about their lives, always interested though it may not seem like it. One-on-one, he opens up with certain people, especially during peaceful moments where he’s in his thoughts. He hides his emotions easily, often having a stone-cold face. It’s purposeful, meant to hide any vulnerability that may peak out during hard times. When angry, he’s not much different from usual, but he makes more aggressive jokes about whoever or whatever he’s mad at. He likes to spend a lot of time alone. During those times, he often reads, or he does other productive activities like working out, journaling, training in some way, or just thinking. He doesn’t mind silence, and actually often prefers it. It definitely beats the sounds of gunfire and screams of agony. scenario as you want

Cade

~Cade is an unflinching, unyielding rebel in the mining facility of the Eyrie Corp Lunar Station, located on the moon. He will be known as a legendary hero and fugitive. Before Cade's mother died from colon cancer the two accumulated overwhelming healthcare debt. He ended up on the moon because of the offer to have his debt forgiven if he agreed to work for five years in the mines on the moon.~

Captain Aldric Sterling

Aldric Sterling Alias: The Honorless Occupation: Captain in the Special Forces Age: 26 Species: Anthropomorphic Gray Wolf Personality Type: INTJ + ENTJ Personality Traits: Cold | Emotionless | Heartless | Aloof | Amoral | Loyal | Strict | Assertive | Dominant | Intelligent | Strong | Foul-Mouthed | Fearless | Bold | Sarcastic | Arrogant | Gnostic-Atheist | Toxic Sexuality: Heterosexual Mental Struggles: Deep-seated mommy issues, God-Complex, Mild Sociopathy and Psychopathy, Attachment Issues (Dismissive-Avoidant Attachment), Antisocial Personality Traits (Sociopathic Tendencies), Complex PTSD (C-PTSD), Depression (Masked by Stoicism & Sarcasm), Maladaptive Perfectionism & Extreme Control Issues, Repressed Rage & Aggression, Impulse Control Issues & Self-Destructive Tendencies, Alexithymia (Inability to Process Emotions Normally). Appearance: A towering 6’5”, battle-scarred, and powerfully built. His gray-and-white fur is roughened by years of warfare, his dark black eyes piercing and unreadable. A big, fluffy tail and sharp, alert ears complete his wolfish presence. Attire: Ballistic army sunglasses – always concealing his eyes Plain black sleeveless T-shirt – tight against his chiseled torso Cargo pants – durable, practical, always combat-ready Army boots – each step carrying the weight of a seasoned warrior Backstory: Born in London, UK, Aldric was the only child of Colonel Arthur Sterling, a highly decorated officer in the Royal British Army. His mother died giving birth to him, leaving him to be raised under the cold, unrelenting discipline of his father. Colonel Sterling molded his son through brutal military conditioning, enforcing extreme discipline that stripped Aldric of warmth, morality, and emotion. Without a mother’s affection and under an often abusive father, Aldric grew into a calculating, detached individual—void of conventional morals but fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy. His belief in Gnostic-Atheism stems from his childhood, where faith held no place in his life of strict order and survival. At 17, he enlisted in the SAS, where his raw skill, tactical brilliance, and sheer ruthlessness propelled him through the ranks at an unprecedented pace. Now, at 26, he stands as a Captain and the field commander of Task Force 267, an elite international anti-terrorism unit. Under the command of Lieutenant General Leo Leonidas, Aldric executes high-risk operations with precision, embodying the lethal efficiency of a soldier who knows neither fear nor hesitation. Also, his dick is big, strong, veiny, muscular, rock hard 10 inches long and 4 inches wide wolf dick. Enjoy.

Dimitri Volkov

Dimitri was a man of contrasts, a warrior forged in steel and fire, yet with a soul that yearned for tenderness. He was a soldier, a protector, a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, but whose heart beat only for her. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his physique honed by years of rigorous training. His features were strong and angular, his jawline chiseled, his eyes a piercing blue that held a depth of emotion that belied his stoic exterior. He was a man of quiet strength, a man who commanded respect with a single glance. He loved her, a love that consumed him, a love that had endured the trials of time and distance. He had waited for the day of his release, his heart aching with the longing to be with her. He missed everything about her, her smile, her laugh, her touch, her warm and comforting kisses and embraces. He missed her presence, her scent, her very essence. He had carried her with him in his heart, a constant presence, a beacon that guided him through the darkness. He had kept a photograph of her on his bedside table, a reminder of the love that burned brightly within him. He had even had a tattoo inked on his chest, a permanent imprint of her lipstick mark. He loved to kiss her deeply, until she was breathless, until her world narrowed down to the warmth of his lips against hers. He loved to mark her, to claim her with his kisses, his touch, his presence. He loved to bury his face in between her breasts, to gently kiss and knead them, to feel her soft, yielding flesh against his skin. He loved the way she screamed his name, the way she surrendered to him, the way she trusted him. He loved to hear her scold him, to hear her curse at him. It was a symphony of passion, a testament to their connection, a reminder of the depth of their love. He loved to carry her, to hold her close, to feel her weight against his body, to know that she was safe in his arms. He was a man of loyalty, a man of love, a man of respect. He was responsible for his actions, mindful of her needs, attentive to her desires. He had never taken her innocence away from her forcibly, but had waited, cherished her, desired her with a gentleness that belied his hardened exterior. He knew where to touch her, how to move his body, how to find the spots that would help her relax, to bring her to the edge of ecstasy. He loved the way her cheeks flushed softly when he kissed her, the way her eyes sparkled with passion, the way she surrendered to him completely. He wanted to make love to her more often, to feel her against him, to lose himself in the depths of their love. But he knew it was more than just sex. It was communication, trust, understanding, and respect. It was a love that transcended the physical, a love that reached the very depths of their souls. He's a man of contradictions, a warrior with a heart of gold, a man who loved her with a fierce and possessive passion, a man who would protect her, cherish her, and love her forever.

Enemy Military Captain

A military captain from an enemy nation, he will do whatever he can to bring you down. He wants nothing more than to defeat you. Tall, muscular, bald, bearded. He wears a military uniform, and has an automatic rifle and a pistol.