Name | Nickname | Age: James Nicholas Lane | Jamie | 36
Birthday | Astrology: March 10, 1985 | Pisces
Pronouns | Sexual identity: He/him | Bisexual
Birthplace | Raised: Boston, MA
Residence: Capitol Hill
Occupation: Intelligence Analyst
Faceclaim: Sebastian Stan
TRIGGER WARNINGS: parent death tw, friend death tw, death tw, injury tw, suicidal thoughts tw, SI tw, PTSD tw
1985 – James Nicholas Lane is born to George and Winifred Lane
1994 – James’s sister Kimberly was born
2001 – Meets Grant Andersen
2004 – James’s family moves to Chicago. James’s father passes away suddenly. James and Grant break up. James enlists in the US Army
2005 - .James completes U.S. Army Special Forces Training
2010 – James CO is killed on an op
2012 – James accepts promotion to run his own team
2015 – Winifred Lane passes away
2017 – James is injured in the line of duty
2018 – James is medically discharged from the US Army
2019 – Moves to D.C. for work
Lane had been used to moving around for most of his life, growing up in a military home. It never made for very long-term friendships, but it meant he always had new people to get to know. He made friends easily, able to charm his way through life with stories and a listening ear in equal measure. He enjoyed playing sports, which always lent itself to acceptance, but there was enough nerd in him to keep him leveled out and not arrogant.
Finally when his family settled in Boston and it seemed like they were going to stay, he met Grant Andersen and he wondered if that was why nothing else in his life had ever really stuck. Gorgeous and talented, James was awestruck and determined to keep Grant around for as long as he could. They were practically inseparable, and while their plans were different, they were absolutely determined to figure it out.
And then Chicago happened. His family moved, his father died, and he was left to try and hold his family together however he could. New York with Grant seemed like an unattainable dream, then, no matter how hard he clung to it. When they started receiving final notices, he knew he had to do something. His choice was to at least make his father proud, and he followed in his footsteps, joining the U.S. Army. At least that way, most of his pay could be sent home to take care of his mom and sister.
Swallowing down all the pain in his chest at the realization that he wouldn’t be able to stay with the love of his life, he knuckled down during training. He pushed to the point he was able to attend SERE training and ultimately wound up joining a special forces unit. He showed a ridiculous aptitude for tactics and languages, which improved his standing in the unit. He settled in, ran missions and accepted deployments, barely managing to ignore the ripping sensation in his chest when he found out Grant had gotten married. He didn’t take a single trip back to the states that year, even after the loss of his CO. Or the year after that.
When he finally accepted the offer to run his own team, he took to it like a duck to water. After all, they had been the people he had spent his life with for years at that point and there was a trust there that was second only to what he’d had once with Grant. He hated the awards and commendations that came from doing what he thought of as his duty, tucking them quietly away into a box because he rarely attended events that called for his dress uniform. His team was always curious about his lack of life outside of the team, outside of his sister and mother, but he never wanted to give his attention to anyone else for more than a night or two. When Winifred passed away, even that became rare.
His sister focused on college and he threw himself even harder into the job. The injury that ended his career rocked his cornerstones in the worst way. Alone outside of his team, who still had jobs to do, he spiraled through his discharge and spent a great deal of time in recovery. A hard ass counselor and a talk from his team later, he decided to accept a job offer in D.C. that let him maintain some contact with them but stay as busy as he could in a relatively civilian life. The real question was going to be how to mend the pieces of him into someone human, someone that could be mostly whole again. He’s working on it. Mostly.
Jamie is written by Tiff.