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Rob sat at the end of his bed lacing up his boots when the call came down the corridor to get ready. He was used to being up in the early hours and had been up for an hour prior to the call. He had prepared a simple breakfast for himself, choosing to eat light. He intended on having a much heartier meal for dinner he just didn't want to be bloated for the start of training. After he finished lacing up his boots he rose to his feet and threw on his webbing his the dark camouflage overalls. His helmet followed before his attired was finished with a dark shemagh wrapped around his neck. A quick check in the mirror followed before he left his room and headed for the South Wing. 

The corridor was devoid of other people but he could hear hurried rustling and voices from within the rooms he passed. The people within would be those he would come to call brothers and sisters over the coming months and hopefully long into the future. He had lost people during his service like they all would have, it was the worst part of the job. He'd happily wade through slurry on his hands and knees for days at a time if it meant that each and every one of them would make it back. To expect that was unrealistic however...the field just didn't work like that. There are no second chances when two enemies are firing fully automatic weapons at each other from close range. 

After a short walk Rob found himself at the South Wing, finding another man there already. His attired was much more slick and almost futuristic looking when compared to the pretty standard fatigues Rob wore. For a split second Rob had a moment of paranoia and ran his hands across his waist. His left hand found it's mark and he took hold of his gas mask, just to make sure it was there. He fully expected realistic scenarios in their training and part of that would be simulated chemical attacks. While it wouldn't protect him against all attacks such as those that can cause damage through skin exposure, it would keep him safe from airbourne elements. 

Moving towards the other man, Rob began to speak. [color=crimson]"How's it going mate?"[/color] His thick Welsh accent would sound pretty strange to anyone outside of the UK and somewhat familiar to anyone from within. [color=crimson]"My names Rob but they've given me the codename Ghost."[/color] Eyeing up the structure before them, the Welshman smiled to himself. It had felt like an eternity since he had been involved in any sort of training, he was excited to get started. [color=crimson]"I have missed this place, I won't lie. The guys are just so creative when it comes to recreating locations and scenarios."[/color] He referenced the team at the Hereford base who had for decades helped the SAS build to scale and accurate locations they would be entering. The team were part of the reason why the SAS had been so effective throughout it's history. 
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