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Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

@idlehandsI remember us talking the last time this came around and I proposed a Navy Doc or something in Antarctica or somewhere spooky that operated on a dude and his insides were just wrong.

Least I think that was you.

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

Hey I remember you @idlehands

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

@Andreyichyeye

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

@AndreyichJust remember that Laurie probably won’t know he’s DG until after the first mission. Probably thinks he’s been recruited for some super secret squirrel DoD/DoJ task force.

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

“Who replaced all the horns on the vehicles with ones that played Dixie Land?”
>Laurie and Donnelley hide

These two southern boys are going to rebel yell some Deep Ones.

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Very WIP

Name: Laurence (Laurie) Mathieu

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Appearance: About 192 cenimetres in height, Laurie has dark hair on the border of black and brown, swamp green eyes and peach skin near-permanently tinted rose by the sun. He has a wiry frame, insuring he has only somewhat more muscle than ordinary in his lean build, his feet and hands covered in scars and calluses. His right thigh has a quite nasty scar from an alligator bite and a somewhat deformed navel from a gunshot that landed in it. His hair will generally be in a mess with a vague attempt to comb it down and cropped but noticeable sideburns going down either side. The Ranger has somewhat shapely ears and an ever so slight cleft chin.



Agency/Organization: Park Ranger Five

Education: Bachelor's in data science with a minor in environmental technologies, dropped out from law school.

Background: This is where you flex how good your writing and research into your character goes. Are they a scientist or scholar? A career criminal? A federal agent? A state detective? You are the cowboy, the idealist, the unfettered, grizzled veteran with one last op in him, or the person not knowing what he's getting himself into. You are motivated and believe in what you're doing, half the reason you were picked.

The other half is that you've brushed shoulders with the unknown in some way but have yet to go mad; come across some weird stuff in the Afghan mountains, seized some weird artifacts on a raid, busted a small-time religious cult while undercover. Cognitive dissonance worked wonders, it seems, because instead of a gibberish mess you’re pretty alright.

Personality: Try to get detailed with this. You'll want to know how they'll react if they ever come across a drug-fueled sacrificial blood orgy to Nyarlathotep.

Family, Friends, and Associates: Wife? Kids? Ma and Pa? Best Friend? any and all go here.

Likes: Pretty girls, honesty, nature, good honest work and virtue in general.

Dislikes: criminals, vice, lies, and general absence of virtue.

Fears: Laurence is not a little pussy, he'll state that to anyone and he'll have much to verify this claim. There isn't really anything one could think of off the top of their head that would get him to be frightened. But that's because most people couldn't think outside the box for his case. What frightens Laurie is that which is unknown, and that which cannot be understood. The idea of something that there are no words to describe, the possibility that something one cannot wrap their heads around exist gives him the chills at any time of the day.

Skills:
Gifted: Awareness, SERE
Adept: Marksmanship - Long guns, Marksmanship - Handguns, Hand-to-Hand
Average: First aid, Crafting, Tactical Driving
Novice: Computer Science, Law, Engine Mechanics, Subterfuge

Languages: Spanish, French (somewhere between proper Parisien and Louisiana French), Latin

Weaknesses: At least one nonphysical and physical weakness.

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Laurie likes the perfect centre of the venn diagram of comfort, appearance and practicality.
Clothing: Depending on the weather and occasion, anything from a polo-shirt with shorts, to a confederate-flag adorned leather jacket with jeans, to a swanky three-piece suit.
Weapons: M1911 with a spare magazine
Tools/Equipment: His phone, his watch, a compass, with variance and bits of his on-duty equipment should he feel it could be useful.

Operational Clothing/Equipment: As a Park Ranger in some more remote areas of nastier states, Laurie has to deal with quite a wide variety of bullshit and must be prepared for all of it. Lost tourists, moonshining hillbillies, drug cooking Mexicans, camping Klansmen, alligators, bears, coyotes, and more. As such, he in his backpack or his ride will have to carry a very, very large amount of things.
Clothing: Much like his off-duty clothing, this will heavily depend on where he is. But more or less omnipresent is a set of heavy engineer's boots with steel caps, and either a wide-brimmed hat or a baseball cap.
Weapons: .357 Python, a choice of Winchester 1897 shotgun or M14 Rifle usually with enough ammunition for two to three reloads for these weapons.
Tools/Equipment: His phone, a radio, first aid kit, several water bottles and granola bars, a watch, a compass, a map, head-flashlight, a heavy flashlight, stationery, a swiss army knife and a heftier knife. He'll also carry several batteries of different sizes, rubber gloves, repellents for local animals and bugs, a lighter and fire starter kit, sometimes a "really cool" stick he walks with, quite a bit of rope. All of this is generally in a fanny-pack around his belt for quicker access and in a rucksack for things less immediately needed. Will carry two spare tiers, a canister of gas and tools to fix up a car in whatever his ride is.

@Andreyich

Park Ranger Five refers to his pay grade of GS-5?

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::CLEARANCE REQUIRED- DELTA GREEN::
::MAY ONLY BE VIEWED BY CLEARED PERSONNEL::
((TS/SCI/DG/X1//NOFORN))

(U//FOUO)

Dossier: Donnelley, Joseph

Name: Joseph Donnelley

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Height/Weight: 6’/193

Appearance:

Hider

Not what most think of when they hear the word 'international spy for the CIA.' Perhaps that's the point all along. Not dashing, not suave, but dark in his way, he stands at an even 6', 180lbs of lean muscle, and always moves deliberately until it's time for action. Two bullet wounds can be seen, paler than the rest of his skin, just under his ribs on his left side. He walks with the slightest limp and grimace whenever signs of rain start to show. His voice has traces of Texan in the words when he isn't trying to mask it and he always speaks in a measured tone. This coupled with his natural deliberate demeanor as well as resting sad-smile'd, kind-eye'd face gives the impression of a stern man, stern but fair.

His blue eyes are nothing if not a little disarming and only adds to the calm air about him. He has had years and years of practice to keep a straight face even when his thoughts are screaming and heart is racing, after all, in the games of life and death that are so common in his line of work, it's at least good if you can fake it until you make it. A team leader should be the last one to tuck tail and panic. A gaunt face with a burn scar that descends down his neck from an accident where his vehicle had been caught on fire somewhere in Chechnya lends a sort of sad air to the man that the endless war against the inevitable has created. Under the sad smile, the bonds he creates, everything, he knows one day this life will come to a nasty end for him. It doesn't mean he'll make it easy for the bastards. Like a street dog bearing its teeth at falling bombs.

Agency/Organization: CIA Directorate of Operations, Paramilitary Operations Officer, SAC/SOG Ground Branch, Clearance: Delta Green

Education: A sum of 20 years in the military; the US Army Rangers, then passing through SOPC, SFAS, then SFQC to earn a place in the Green Berets. 8 years in the CIA.

Background: Joseph Donnely joined the Army when he was eighteen, a young whippersnapper and son of a motorcycle mechanic, out of Texas with a need to prove to himself that he could be more than what he was. He always figured that the Army would be his only way out of the shithole town he'd lived in in rural West Texas. Being one of only a very small group of kids that liked skateboarding and angry music instead of standing around and listening to country in a parking lot had seen him getting into a fair few scraps in his time, only serving to toughen him up even moreso when his father wasn't around to do it himself. It was because of his father's alcoholism and uncontrolled PTSD from his tours in Vietnam that had seen Joseph embarking on his early life of drugs, crime, and rotten debauchery rather than stay home. Eventually this all culminated into him joining a Hardcore Crew, what amounted to the Hardcore Punk scene's motorcycle clubs and street gangs. It would take him the loss of his best friend to a drive-by shooting in Dallas and his girlfriend overdosing on heroin that had him finally realizing his plans of joining the military.

His initial four-year contract being up, in which he attended the US Army Airborne School, he returned to his small Texas town to become a Sheriff's deputy with a hard head and an even harder ass, apparently. It was around this time that he became known endearingly as Robocop among the town kids, with which he always tried to maintain a rapport with. He was famous in his little Texas town for being Sherriff Gracy's golden boy, trying to clean up the county on his lonesome. Around this time he'd met a girl named Holly French, and as they say, the rest is history. Though, his reputation as a risk-taking, motivated individual was obviously not what a small town Sheriff's department needed, and so after only two years as a Deputy he re-enlisted at the behest of Sheriff Gracy and a couple of his friends, promising to Holly that he would stay safe.

This time around, Joseph had an easier go of things, but Joseph had a reputation for proving to himself that he could be more than he was. He attended RIP, the Ranger Indoctrination Program, and passed with colors. He spent these four years as a US Army Ranger and was deployed to Afghanistan following the War on Terror, in which he knew that the promise made to Holly was now out of his hands and right into God's own. He took part in fifty raids over the course of two combat rotations, assisting Green Beret ODAs, SEAL teams and Delta Force. He reenlisted directly after his four years were up and requested a slot in SFAS, in which he again struggled through the grueling two-year selection process and spent the following 4 years in Washington, his new home, with the 5th Special Forces Group deployed to Afghanistan.

On one fateful day, CIA spook William Long would arrive at his isolated FOB nestled in the Afghan mountains. The briefing told him that his ODA and the indigenous fighters they'd gathered around themselves would be helping William carry out his mission of making contact with one Bazir al-Khalwadi, a tribal leader among the reclusive Wadi clan. The specifics of this mission were not told to Special Forces Intelligence Sergeant Joseph Donnely, but like any good soldier, he did what needed doing. The section of Joseph Donnely's dossier dealing with this operation is highly classified, but Donnely knew they had illegally crossed the Pakistani border by the time they had found their target. Nestled in the tribal areas of northern Pakistan, they found the village and the asset. From his binoculars, he saw them dancing around him, heard the faint sounds of their singing and chanting and screaming, the cacophony somehow making his head hurt even from such a distance. What was worse was he felt like he was starting to understand it more the longer they watched through their binoculars.

He saw the Pakistani chief tied down to a block of stone so black almost as to be made of void itself. He saw them put the knife to Bazir's throat and saw the man's neck open. He saw them butcher his corpse and paint with his blood. Long read off coordinates and a glint in the sky showed the speck high above them, a predator drone. Two missiles leveled that tiny village and made a crater of the mountainside it was on. They trekked back to the FOB, not speaking of what they saw. He couldn't sleep though, he could've swore he saw that block of stone start to change shape, bending and warping just enough to be noticed before dust and rocks and carnage flew up from the initial impact of that first JDAM. Ask Joseph about his time in Afghanistan and he will harden up, wishing they didn't stop at just two of the big bombs. “If it were up to me, those mountains would be bombed to sand.”

He came back to Washington a changed man. The Army may have made him more serious, more “mature”, but that operation in the Pakistani mountains made him distant and cold. At least, that's the way Holly put it to him. He began to grow increasingly violent with each night where sleep was somewhere far off and away. Holly put it in no uncertain terms that she was leaving after an incident at their daughters' school led to him having to be escorted off the premises by school security. He came under fire from his NCOIC and was told that if he didn't shape up, he would no longer find any place among the ODAs. He said the promise, the words left his mouth, but they were hollow. With Holly gone, he turned to the bottle most nights.

In 2010, his enlistment would be up. He wasn't as bothered now by what he saw in the Pakistani mountains those years ago, chocking it up to the stresses of the long march and witnessing the brutal display before him. Even so, he still has to take his medication some nights, and he still might drink and think and fool himself one more time. Those gibbering chants and screams would haunt his dreams, and on those nights, he refused to sleep. Dreams brought him back there, and back there was a place he never wanted to go. Even so, a quiet and peaceful life was not what he was searching for either. He was approached by CIA recruiters and has been involved with clandestine operations in Eastern Europe, North Africa and Central Asia- with a very specific personal request that he stay away from operations that would take him to Pakistan. In 2017, his home a dingy apartment in Turkey and office-space a warehouse being used as a CIA blacksite for less-than-legal interrogations, he was called back stateside for the first time in seven years, where he was told he would once again be working with Case Officer Steve Foster for the first time since Somalia- his first one of two prior operation under the cases with clearance level “DELTA GREEN.” The prospect does not delight him.

Personality: Joseph grew up in the good ol' countryside of West Texas to an alcoholic, 'Nam vet father and a mother too scared to leave but too timid to defend herself. Joseph vowed that he would make something of himself and not end up like his Vietnam-vet father. That thick shell of spite and anger propelled him like a bullet through a life of hard partying and, later on, high-risk careers.

Now though, at the creaky age of 43, he's starting to feel the years in his joints. The mind is still there, albeit tempered by years of experience in the Rangers and the Green Berets, but the mind wanders to old places at times. He's still ready and able to kick doors or interrogate targets, and has never had qualms with bending the rules to get the right guy or achieve the objective. The way he sees it, you can't ask a man to live with the pigs and expect him to not get muddy. The law smiles on means, he smiles on results. With his time in the CIA to foster an even darker and unfettered side of this rule-bending he so loved to justify, he no longer attaches any pretense of a “just war.” With the things he's seen, he knows there are only one right thing and one wrong thing in a war, especially this one- it is good to win and it is wrong to lose.

After witnessing the bureaucracy and yellow tape hinder so many operations and kill good men just trying to serve their country in the field, he has grown thoroughly disillusioned with the images of grandeur and hyper-competent shadow killers that dust terrorists and cult leaders as easy as breathing. In his words, “We were wrong to think we could shoulder everything. We thought we were supermen. Special Forces, four commandos could replace an entire army. How fucking wrong.”

Despite this, so to speak, he imagines Sisyphus happy. He knows that if it isn't him doing this dirty work to keep humanity living blissfully ignorant to the truth of just how close to doom they are, it would just be somebody else. That just wouldn't do any good, though, he doesn't trust anybody else with this burden.

When nervous situations arise, he may respond by trying at bits of odd humor. It was always a good practice to try to laugh before an operation and he keeps that as a tradition to this day. After a very long time both in the service and the agency, the man behind the shell of spite and anger has been starting to peek through the cracks and gouges. He shakes hands with rebel leaders and crooked generals, he wears smiles in the boardrooms as easily as frowns in the interrogation rooms. The world may need bad men, but the side of him that isn't devoted to the agency wished he made friends more and yearns for the old days of the ODAs and the Ranger Battalions. Wished he was a better father, wished he was a better husband. Wished he would've punched his father and hugged his mother more. Anyhow, he's here now, nothing to do but the mission.

Family, Friends, and Associates: Holly Greer, formerly Donnelley, Wife. Divorced and re-married to some pencil pusher in a cubicle. Only contact is through email following up on child support payments. (Bond 6)

Tilly Greer, formerly Donnelley, Daughter. Has not had contact with him since the divorce. Immense guilt over seemingly disappearing from her life. (Bond 6)

Hank Gracy, Former Sheriff of Donnelley’s hometown and the surrounding county, as well as former colleague when Joseph was a Deputy. Still send emails to each other every now and then and he attended Gracy’s wife’s funeral. The closest thing he had to a good father for years. (Bond 6)

His motorcycle, an Indian Chief Cruiser given to him by his father in an effort to make up for a childhood of abuse. One of the few things he was allowed to keep after his divorce. (Bond 6)

Ava Moore, part of his team and has become a source of friendly relaxation. (Bond 6)

Heather Laine, part of his team and has become a romantic interest for him. (Bond 6)

Likes: Quiet nights bonding with his team, sunsets, campfires, different landscapes, experiencing different cultures, skateboarding, metal and hardcore punk, 80s/90s gangster rap

Dislikes: The paranormal, abusers of any kind, bureaucrats, corrupt leaders, weak leaders, hypocrisy

Fears: Joseph's only family he knows now are the teams he's placed with. No matter how long it takes, he will bond with them over something, and they will start to like each other at best or have a grudging respect at worst. Either way, his biggest fear is the day he fails them. Walks them into an ambush, causes their death due to his incompetence, watches them being swallowed slowly by the maddening things some cruel universe permits or is helpless in letting exist.

He also fears going mad himself, a bullet kept in a safe place just for that day. He knows it will come for him one day, if the things he fights don't get to him first. He's seen it happen to many in his line of work, but seeing it so many times hasn't dulled the sharp pain from each one.

He knows that his daughter is out there somewhere, his wife with a better man. Both of them part of a family he will never get to see and with smiles he now can only get from them in memories. He has access to the world's most advanced database and every mean on the planet to find them. But seeing them happy, no, letting them see him as he is now. It would kill him just as cruelly as the things he's put down.

He’s also existentially terrified of the day that Delta Green fails. The one defeat snuffing out a line of victories, and that’s all they’ll need. He wishes he could be an atheist, wishes he could pray to a God. But he knows God is real. He’s coming back. And Joseph is going to be waiting for him with a gun.

The last bullet kept for himself.

STRENGTH: 5
DEXTERITY: 3
STAMINA: 3
BUREAUCRACY: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 4
WILLPOWER: 6

Skills:
Gifted(+5): Interrogation | Marksmanship, Long Guns
Adept(+4): SERE | Marksmanship, handguns | Awareness
Average(+3): Tactical Driving | Subterfuge | Persuasion
Novice(+2): Psychology | Breaking-and-Entering | Forensics | Hand-to-Hand

Languages:(Arranged from Fluent - Rudimentary) Pashto, Urdu, Turkish

Weaknesses: Unscrupulous – Once on the job, his personality makes him almost single-minded in completing the mission, no matter the lengths to which he must go. This has put him at ends with foreign agencies multiple times, as well as many a missed meal and sleepless night.

Insomnia – He has night terrors some nights if he goes to bed without taking his medication.

Slight depression/PTSD - His experiences in the Pakistani mountains have left something of an impression upon him. Because of this, some nights he drinks and thinks until he sleeps.

Aches & Pains – He lost a small bit of flexibility in his left ankle, as well as right shoulder from breakage. He won't be running six minute miles anytime or lifting logs over his head, but he can still pull a trigger and push a sewing needle under someone's fingernails when kind gestures don't work.

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: Band t-shirt or shirt of neutral color and zip-up or pullover hoodie, jeans, sneakers. May or may not don his Thrasher cap.
Weapons: He carries a folding knife and an FN FNH40.
Tools/Equipment: A wallet with fabricated ID and/or legal identification if his possession of that doesn’t breach OpSec. 200 dollars in the local currency. A leatherman multi-tool. Pen light. Notepad and pen. Ziptie handcuffs, 4.
Misc.: His medication, a pack of cigarettes, a seemingly neverending flask of bourbon, communications earpiece, bluetooth headset connected to his encrypted team smartphone.

Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: In urban areas, he dons a black or band t-shirt with jeans and low-profile tactical shoes or simple sneakers. Black Mechanix gloves, balaclava, plate carrier w/ LvlIII plates w/ “NIGHT TIME IS THE RIGHT TIME” morale patch, lightweight high-cut ballistic helmet or a Thrasher cap depending on where the current outing falls on the sliding scale of stakeout to shitshow. Black pullover hoodie if things get chilly. Wouldn't be complete without a sleek pair of shades.

In non-urban environments, he wears fatigues with tiger-stripe camo patterns befitting the environment in accordance with Ground Branch uniform.

Weapons: An AAC Honey Badger with a foregrip, Aimpoint micro and a PEQ infrared laser sight, suppressor attached when needed, single-point sling, PDW/SBR or assault rifle length barrel depending on expected distance of engagements. Serbu Super Shorty 12 gauge shotgun, ‘DYNAMIC ENTRY’ scratched into the barrel. An FN FNH40. Combat knife. 4 flashbang grenades. 4 fragmentation grenades.
Tools/Equipment: NVGs, flashlight, pen flares, and chemlights for when night time is the right time. Leatherman multi-tool, ziptie handcuffs, 10.
Misc.: Maps of the area, a compass, markers, pens, first aid equipment, a pack of cigarettes, two-way comm headset/earpro. Laptop or tablet cleared for TS/SCI/DG. MBITR radio with 5590 battery for longer range and power.

::CLEARANCE REQUIRED - DELTA GREEN::
::MAY ONLY BE VIEWED BY CLEARED PERSONNEL::
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@Leidenschaft crazy thought, but what if my character was formerly a park ranger who in his not too many years has seen some crazy shit in the woods?

@Andreyich

Not so crazy. The amount of shit DG has to deal with that takes place in the massive amount of wide-open countryside that is its many national and state parks makes the National Parks Service a federal agency DG recruits from.

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

USERNAME: S_F
PASSWORD: *********

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WELCOME, S_F

PERSONAL MESSAGES
>MISSION DOSSIER

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MAIN OBJECTIVES
>ASSETS

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WORKING GROUP —- THUNDER
WORKING GROUP —- JAWBREAKER
WORKING GROUP —- GRANTOR
>WORKING GROUP —- UMBRA

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::CLEARANCE REQUIRED - DELTA GREEN::
::MAY ONLY BE VIEWED BY CLEARED PERSONNEL::
::PERSONNEL ASSIGNED UNDER FOSTER, STEVE::

::TEAM ROSTER —- GRU UMBRA::
::CASE OFFICER::
FOSTER, STEVE | M | CIA DIRECTORATE OF OPERATIONS, SPECIAL ACTIVITIES CENTER, OPERATIONS OFFICER

::TEAM LEADER::
DONNELLEY, JOSEPH | M | CIA DIRECTORATE OF OPERATIONS, SPECIAL ACTIVITIES CENTER/SPECIAL OPERATIONS GROUP (GROUND BRANCH), PARAMILITARY OPERATIONS OFFICER

::ASSETS::
MACCREADY, DAVID | M | INDEPENDENT CONTRACTOR
MOORE, AVALINE | F | BOOZ - ALLEN HAMILTON, CIA CONTRACTED
SSA STEWART, THOMAS | M | FBI CCRSB, CRIMINAL INVESTIGATIVE DIVISION, SPECIAL AGENT
DR. LAINE, HEATHER | F | FBI NATIONAL CENTER FOR THE ANALYSIS OF VIOLENT CRIME, BEHAVIOR ANALYSIS UNIT, SENIOR SPECIAL AGENT
SSGT. CLARK, JUSTIN | M | US ARMY 75TH RANGER RGMT, 3RD BTTN, STAFF SERGEANT, 11-BRAVO
JIMENEZ, JASON | M | DEFENSE INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, DEFENSE CLANDESTINE SERVICE
SSA BHATT, PARINAAZ | F | FBI IB - INTELLIGENCE ANALYST

::KIA PERSONNEL::
MATHIEU, LAURENCE | M | NATIONAL PARKS SERVICE, PARK POLICE
SA WEISSMAN, GWEN K. | F| US AIR FORCE 67TH CYBERSPACE OPERATIONS GROUP, SENIOR AIRMAN

::FRIENDLIES/CONTACTS::
ROY, MARYANNE | F | WV STATE PD, CRIMINAL INVESTIGATIVE DIVISION
DR. BAKKER, ALEX | M | FBI MEDICAL EXAMINER
DAWANT, JOSEPH "JOE" | M | WASHINGTON STATE CID, RET./CENTER FOR THE MISSING CHILD, CONSULTANT

::TEAM RESOURCES::
::TRANSPORTATION::
-CHEVY SUBURBAN, ARMORED, GRAY
-CHRYSLER 300, ARMORED, BLUE
-GMC YUKON, BLACK

ALL HAVE TACTICAL GEAR STORED IN THE BACK

::WEAPONS/AMMUNITION::
-BOX AMMO 9X19MM, 20X100RNDS
-BOX AMMO .40S&W, 20X100RNDS
-BOX AMMO .45ACP, 20X100RNDS
-BOX AMMO 5.56X49, 20X100RNDS
-BOX AMMO SHOTGUN SHELL, BUCKSHOT, 12 GAUGE, 20X100RNDS
-BOX AMMO .300 BLACKOUT, 20X100RNDS
-BOX AMMO 4.6X30, 20X100RNDS
-FIRST AID BOX, 6
-M249 SAW, 2

::SIGINT EQUIPMENT::
-LAPTOP W/ SECURE CONNECTION TO SECURED COMPARTMENTS OF DEEP-WEB AND ALSO SURFACE-WEB, 3 [MEMO FROM GREG: PLEASE, THESE COMPUTERS ARE NOT FOR PERSONAL USE, I.T. HAS A HARD ENOUGH JOB ALREADY WITH CYBERSECURITY THREATS.]
-EACH TEAM MEMBER IS SUPPLIED WITH AN ENCRYPTED PHONE TO KEEP IN CONTACT WITH EACH OTHER AND CASE OFFICER FOSTER, STEVE. THIS PHONE IS FIXED WITH A TRACKING DEVICE CONNECTED TO FOSTER'S COMPUTER TO KEEP TABS ON THE TEAM IN THE EVENT OF AN EMERGENCY.
-LASER MICROPHONE, TRIPOD, 2 - 8 HOUR BATTERY LIFE, 600 METER RANGE
-LASER MICROPHONE, HANDHELD, 4 - 4 HOUR BATTERY LIFE, 80 METER RANGE
-HIDDEN CAMERA W/ MIC, PLACEABLE, 12
-MID-SIZE UAV, HAND-LAUNCHED, 1 —- CONNECTED TO LAPTOP W/ JOYSTICK CONTROLLER

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

@Leidenschaft Thanks. I have a feeling that I wont be rushing through this one. Now that @Dervish has mentioned ATF it seems to be in accordance with what I was wanting to go for. I was also thinking of a possible military background in Syria 2014-2017, as a possible linguistics and field training officer for the female Kurds. American born Syrian descent, naturally speaking the language. Seasoned field operator, but green in this sort of department Possibly a corpsman. Navy, ATF, Columbia, there's a few avenues I'll have to research, but I am looking forward to the work.

From Wiki-

During the Syrian Civil War, which began in 2011, the U.S. first supplied the rebels of the Free Syrian Army with non-lethal aid (including food rations and pickup trucks), but quickly began providing training, money, and intelligence to selected Syrian rebel commanders. Two U.S. programs attempted to assist the Syrian rebels. One was a 2014 Pentagon program that planned to train and equip 15,000 rebels to fight ISIL, which was canceled in 2015 after spending $500 million and producing only a few dozen fighters.[132] A simultaneous $1 billion covert program called Timber Sycamore ran by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) was more successful.

According to CENTCOM officials, the name INHERENT RESOLVE is intended to reflect the unwavering resolve and deep commitment of the U.S. and partner nations in the region and around the globe to eliminate the terrorist group ISIL and the threat they pose to Iraq, the region and the wider international community. It also symbolizes the willingness and dedication of coalition members to work closely with our friends in the region and apply all available dimensions of national power necessary—diplomatic, informational, military, economic—to degrade and ultimately destroy ISIL.

The Defense Department announced at the end of October 2014 that troops operating in support of Operation Inherent Resolve after 15 June were eligible for the Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary Medal. Service areas are: Bahrain, Cyprus, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Israel, Jordan, Kuwait, Lebanon, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Turkey, and the United Arab Emirates, as well as troops supporting the operation in the Persian Gulf, the Red Sea and the Mediterranean Sea east of 25 degrees longitude.

In March 2017, various media outlets reported that conventional forces from the 11th MEU, as well as special operations forces in the form of the 75th Ranger Regiment[132] deployed to Syria to support U.S.-backed forces in liberating Raqqa from ISIL occupation. The deployment marked an escalation in the U.S. intervention in Syria.

@Arkitekt

Sounds like your character is going to be knee-deep in some CIA fuckery