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Future member of the United States Army. Shipping out in mid August to Fort Benning. Currently finishing high school and going through the motions until then.

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Garcia ignored O'Henessy and stared in disbelief at the seventh member of their team. He opened his mouth to say something to Apollo, but found himself speechless. "Just fucking get it done already." He eventually grunted to the ODST and helped himself up. Once on his feet, he began to limp towards Marcus and shouted, "If I can't be there to scare the living shit out of the bad guys, it's up to your big black ass to do the job for me! Leave your rocket launcher behind and go help the others."

Meanwhile, close to a half dozen charred bodies lied either burnt or bleeding out in the first room that had been breached. Beyond them was a spiral staircase that descended below the surface level, in addition to several other closed doors. At the same time, Delta-Seven was cutting it close. The entire region was considered hostile territory, heavily occupied by a wide assortment of terrorist groups. If they couldn't find their target soon, they were at a serious risk of fighting an overwhelming amount of reinforcements. To emphasis this, Garcia said over the team's communication channel "We needed this guy yesterday troopers. If you're not out of there with him in five, I'm having the zoomies level this fucking place with or without you in it."
Having thrown his binoculars aside for a suppressed variant of the M7, he had a gut feeling that the more spineless members of his team would spare the young insurgent. But he had seen too many of his buddies killed by kids to feel any kind of sympathy for him. So the moment that Desmond fired his shot, he dropped the kid with a short, controlled burst to the head. Then, he unloaded the rest of his magazine on the men standing post at the front door, tearing them to shreds with the team medic and heavy weapons specialist.

"Move in now!" Garcia shouted over the radio to O'Hennessy and Mcfarely while signaling to Ramirez that it was time to displace and move in through the rear. Marcus and Desmond, he decided, could stay behind in the event any hostiles that they were not previously aware arrived on the scene.

Jumping to his feet while slamming a fresh mag into his weapon, Garcia swung wide left as he approached the back entry point. In all the commotion however, he had lost sight of the lookout by the door. It wasn't until the old man leaned out of cover from the other side of the cabin and placed two rounds in his thigh that the team leader spotted him again. Garcia hit the deck hard and had to resist the urge to cry out in pain as the bullets cut through his flesh and became lodged inside him, instead forcing himself to block it out and using his SMG to return fire.
I'm going to leave it up to you guys how many are inside, what they're armed with and if the target is there or not.
Looks good! Am I picking up hints he was in the ORION project?
Color me interested
Haha for a 6 foot giant I think he could probably carry both if he wanted to. The real question is would you want to be lugging all that weight around when speed and mobility might mean life or death?
Operation: PATIENT JUSTICE


Gunnery Sergeant Tomas Garcia lied prone under the cover of a large tree, eyes glued to a pair of binoculars. His target for the day was an isolated hunting lodge in the middle of nowhere that, according to naval intelligence, was being used by Insurrectionists to hide the alleged mastermind of an infamous bombing in 2511. Whether or not the bomber was actually in the lodge, Delta-Seven had yet to determine.

By Garcia's own count, there were a total of six insurgents on security outside the lodge. One, a young kid who could barely keep his assault rifle up, patrolled the outer perimeter of the site with a vigilance. Three more were locked in conversation and stood guard outside the front. The fifth member of the security detail, who Garcia thought was old enough to be his father, was half asleep on watch by the back door. Finally, an especially tough looking man was scanning the treeline as he walked along the edge of the roof. Armed with the infamous .308 caliber "confetti maker" LMG, he was the only one that Tomas perceived as a serious threat.

What Garcia didn't know at the time was what to expect inside. All the windows had been covered up by wooden planks, and they didn't have enough time to properly surveil the location and get a better idea of what they were dealing with, so for all he knew there were twice as many guards inside armed to the teeth and just as tough as the last guy. He just hoped that this time his people could handle whatever it was. Calling in airstrikes felt like such a chore to him.

"Shitbird," he radioed Sergeant Desmond, Delta-Seven's sniper, "Take the motherfucker with the big gun on top first. Once he's down, Nurse Ramirez, Gerald and I are going to set up a base of fire. The rest of you idiots, move up and get in position to breach the cabin. And try not to die. I have enough paper work as it is."

Operation Mission Roster
Tomas "Red" Garcia, Gunnery Sergeant
Cyan McFarley, Sergeant
Desmond "Hawkeye" Knight, Sergeant
Edwin Ramirez, Lance Corporal
Oliver "Deadman" O'Hennessy, Lance Corporal
Marcus Gerald, Lance Corporal
Yeah, I haven't seen any characters I'm not going to approve of yet. Yours is all good to go.

EDIT: Keep in mind though, the SPARTAN IIs weren't a known thing to ODSTs in 2524. They were still going through the whole "kidnap kids" stage I think.
Finished by character sheet. I'll have a IC post up by hopefully tomorrow afternoon.
Name, Rank: Tomas Garcia, Gunnery Sergeant

Psychological Assessment: Gunnery Sergeant Tomas Garcia displays symptoms most commonly associated with post-traumatic stress disorder such as, but not limited to, bouts of rage and anxiety. His methods in the field are, based on mission reports submitted by former squadmembers of Garcia, often questionable. He has also shown a constant disregard for authority and little to no respect towards the newest members of his team. But based on his extensive service record and given the lack of battle-tested team leaders available to the ODSTs at this time, it is in my opinion that Garcia be cleared for active duty.

Medical Record and Evaluation: Well-built, red-skinned Martian standing at 5'3" feet. Narrow black eyes, high military regulation haircut. Numerous scars, the most distinct of which extend from his brows down to his chin and from his right cheek, over his nose and to his left cheek. His younger years now behind him, Garcia isn't exactly in his prime anymore. However, he is not yet at the stage where he is struggling to keep up with the standards set by the ODSTs.

Career Service Vitae: Tomas Garcia was born August 25, 2480 in the city of New Manila on Mars. He was the son of a shipyard worker and a road-train driver. Because of an early childhood incident however, Garcia was placed under foster care before he really got to know them.

Garcia enlisted on August 25, 2498 when fighting between the Insurrectionists and UNSC had begun to escalate. He took part in the second major surge of combat troops in the Outer Colonies and was assigned to an assortment of rifle companies that saw light action fighting in brushfire wars that sprung up on the fringes of human space. But it wasn't until 2513, at the start of Operation: TREBUCHET, that really he began to distinguish himself in combat.

He volunteered and became part of the ODSTs in 2514. Since then, Garcia has survived countless combat drops and operations, earning himself a reputation as one of the few seasoned veterans still alive after a solid decade of service with the ODSTs.
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