Country of Origin: USA (Texas)
WOC: M4A1 w/acog, M14 w/scope, M1911 w/ removable silencer
Appearance: Average Height, about 210, muscular, Brown short hair in a high and tight, hazel eyes
Skills: a, stealth, stalking, interrogation, translation
Personality:Very shy, Trusting of his squad mates. Quiet.
Background: Mike joined the Marines right out of high school and his marksmanship was evident from day one of rifle training. Spent 10 years as Marine Force Recon Scout Sniper. Is here to become a Stay Dog Sniper. But was moved to be the Unit's scout.
Mike hated being late, but he hated not knowing what exactly he was doing, as a scout sniper he was trained to know as much as he good for he good of the Unit, and not knowing was starting to bug him. However it was 08:15 and he was stressed, the helicopter had a mechanical failure and he had to get on a new one.
"I fuckin hate this god dammed cold" he mumbled to himself as he walked to the door and opened it so see a 4 Star General, a Captain, another SSG, and a Lance Corpral.
He smartly saluted the Officers and introduced himself.
"SSG O'Connor reporting for Duty, Gentlemen" he barked out as his drill Sargent had taught him 10 years ago.