Jax sat in silence as he normally did. His knife in hand he was spinning that blade around. Catching it in his hand as he spun around once more as he let rolling it on the back of his hand and then turning it catching it. Though as he did this he wasn't even watching it. His eyes focused on a spot on the table in front of him. He had read all the dossiers he was given on all of them. Looking through his memory was sharp, he watched them all as they sat in uncomfortable silence, well uncomfortable for the rest of them. For himself, and he figured 04, silence was a friend. Used to working in the field by them selves, days, weeks of silence. One wrong sound and you were dead. You learned to be a mouse, a mouse with very big weapons. 

       02 stood up and started to speak, speaking to the others about how they needed to break the ice. He was right they were a team, but Jax would have the least amount of interaction with them, in and off the the field. As a sniper you learned to keep a distance a certain distance from people, he was always looking at people though a Scope. Though as long as every one did their job Jax didn't see any problems. he would socialize with them, get to know them. He would always keep that distance from them. He watched as the Doc stood up, out of turn, and started to speak. He was boasting it seemed, which was something that Jax didn't understand. He wasn't new to the SPEC OPs community, he had spent most of his career in black ops. You didn't talk about it, you didn't boast. There was a certain respect about such things. Snipers never asked each other numbers, black ops never asked about Ops. Distance it all came down to distance.

     Soon enough things were back on tract. 03 stood up and started speaking. Though all of this he kept playing with his knife as his facial expression never changing as he listened to him speak. He was very direct and to the point, Jax Liked that. The one thing he noticed was that he was the only one with a call sign. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. His tags, said "Ghost Reaper" none of his field uniforms had name tapes. More then just nicknames Call signs kept real names out of it, during black Ops it was something that helped keep them safe as there Unofficial names meant that linking the soldier to the person was harder. 

   04 was next, it was short and sweet just as Jax expected. Next would be 05, but there was another interruption 09 stood up asking about rank. He personally felt like she deserved her spot. He read her record, she was volatile, acted with out thinking. People like that got others killed, she had gotten people killed. In his Black Ops world she wouldn't of lasted. Her little outburst only helped cement his opinion of her in his mind though. He spun his blade and caught it his eyes kept on that spot on the table as he expression had still yet to change.