[center][h1][color=662d91]Daniel "Spectre" Matthews[/color][/h1][/center]

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Spectre rolled up slightly late to the party it seemed, he'd been on a call with his daughter back in the states trying to find out how she was doing... Making sure she was doing okay in school and what not, being a parent usually a thousand miles away made things difficult for him to say the least. He'd cleaned up and gotten ready, mostly civilian clothes with armor and pouches mixed in didn't have a uniform and Rainbow didn't seem to have a mandatory dress code, he was pretty sure he'd seen some person with pink tennis shoes on rather than boots. Spectre hummed to himself as finished getting his gear together and pulled on his mask and sunglasses after that his hood and scarf. Made him hard ID and more importantly broke up the human outline when he was laying down lining up a shot. Finally, he picked up his crosscomm placing it in his left ear.

With that settled he headed straight out to join the others, he didn't want to be late but... Well no matter how much revenge he was trying to be a good parent too. Tugged slight on the patch on his shoulder, it had been added to the clothing he'd sent over it wasn't much... Wouldn't mean anything to the people here really, no one knew what exactly Ghost Recon meant... Hell, battalions in the army only supported three companies so anyone who knew anything probably have a question or two he'd have to duck either way it was high time to start the meet and greet, he'd feel better if he had a rifle... Fiddling with the scope made him feel better not to mention he was used to maintaining his own gear on ops having actual resources and training time.

He stopped looking at the others, then to the weapons it looked like they would be running a course, rather than target shooting or performing combat games. He preferred simulated combat personally, more dangerous and more realistic of course if they were running this course individually that would be rather annoying Ghost's were flexible but it meant very rarely were they, masters of anything, Spectre was a sniper, a comms tech, but a point man? Usually, he had someone else for that not that he couldn't do the job.

He saw the others milling around and figured it was a good time to say hello, he tapped on his cross comm helped project his voice better from behind the mask. He spotted one of FBI operators and... Hong Kon SDU he remembered. You got good at spotting special forces when you could up against any of them.

[color=662d91]"Uh... Hi, I'm Spectre... Sorry, Daniel. More used to the callsign than a name."[/color] The sniper added as stepped towards Jamie and Ella. [color=662d91]"Hopefully didn't miss anything too important, I had to make a call and it ran long."[/color] Unsure if he wanted to talk about his daughter to the people here... He never knew when he might end up working against one of the nations here... Another annoying part of being a Ghost was being really picky about your friends. His voice came out crisp and clear even from behind the mask, cross comm did a good job of that. 

[color=662d91]"Anyway, I'm a sniper and comms specialist if you are curious. US Army Special Forces, I'm also an engineer.[/color] Of course this was only slight truth, they just needed to know who he was and that he could be trusted and with the that hulk of a Russian that haul that relic of a gun around like it was nothing he really didn't want to mention he was part of a group that regularly conducted illegal deniable ops on other sovereign nations. Better to be the awkward slight less interesting guy, better odds of not being punched in the face.

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