Phantom- huh interesting...I'm pretty good with snipers...but my preferable weapons are semi automatic weapons and knives and things I can throw at people
Phantom- I know...but you beat yourself up over things in the past...you need to worry about things now and once we don't have to worry about the present then you can worry about the past.
"I suppose our new leader isn't as bad..but they have tried to hurt me.." He rolled his sleeve back and walked to the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, Possibly." He waved his hand and walked outside of the room, and out of the base.
He rested his back on the wall near the bed, "This task force..isn't so..kind to newbies." He huffed, "That's why I'm the only trainer..The last one ended up suffocating a recruit."
"Wouldn't wanna get bi-- hey..wait actually-" He paused for a moment, then rolled his sleeve up, he was very pale and scarred. "Can you test somethin' for me?"
"..They probably won't like you." He coughed, And pulled the other close to a door, "Take these keys, you can take my room, I don't sleep anyway. There's probably a spare uniform, too." He held the keys out.
The room is very messy, but the bed is clean and neat. It looks like it hasn't been touched in a decade. There's a cross on the wall; upside down; There's also pictures of families on the wall. [Like when you buy a picture frame and there's a placeholder in it; they hadn't been thrown away or replaced.]
He pulled a box out of his closet, and pulled it closer to the bed, "Here. A bunch of my old uniforms. All clean, don't worry." He smiled and opened the box, "They might have my call sign on them but I can tear it off for ya."
He zoned out while looking at the floor, then ever so slowly slipped off of the bed and onto the ground, his back on the ground, and legs on the side of the bed, "owchie."
"Let's begin, My favorite; The flashbang." He spoke, ignoring, [he sucks at stealth and refuses to teach it because one of his friends got killed in a stealth mission]
Phantom- hm well I did also avoid most lessons so I could teach myself better things and that's usually why my killing style is very different from most other people
He slowly walked out of the base to the training grounds. "There's too many people." He gave a glare to the group of soldiers that..really don't need training.
You only payed attention to one thing of his; His mask. you notice how it matches the rest of his uniform, but it looks like he painted a yellow smile on it. "Are you..scared, Recruit?"
The soldier glared back, taking the pistol from the ground; Once they got back up, they pushed the larger man to the ground.
"Oof." He winced as they walked away, "That's..a..friend of mine, they lost their voice in a gas 'party'."
Phantom- yeah but you could die from crashing into a moose or encounter a bear or just getting lost will easily get you killed or maybe even being left alone for too long.
Phantom- ...not yet...or... actually to be honest I'm not sure but eh it should be fine...I'm going to go check it out though. *Begins walking in the direction*
so,, Pov. you're a new recruit in [[classified]] task force. Your commander/trainer is finally coming up to talk to you about training,, he looks very dirty, overworked and dead,, but he seems nice.
enjoy!!!