"Instead of recruiting just one of them, I got to recruit both. I believe their joint effort would benefit Rainbow in the long run."
Through intel, Harry finds out about two different operators who worked on two different continents, yet are connected through bloodlines. Their late father's involvement in the old Rainbow program became his reason for letting them join the current Rainbow roster.
Of course, the siblings don't let the opportunity slide to further walk in their father's footsteps as Rainbow operators.
[Arrival: During Operation Brutal Swarm]
Snarky and stubborn, yet has light footing and above-average awareness for her surroundings; Attacker operator, Remington "Espion" Harmonics.
“Hm? My uniform? It does look inconvenient, but I can guarantee it did its job of keeping my body at the right temperature. I needed the full concentration to collect the intel from my brokers, after all.”
Resilient and calculated, yet has a tendency to be in the first row on the battlefield and empathetic; Defender operator, Jamison "Stena" Harmonics.
“I thought that to be able to protect my loved ones, I needed to be stronger. Turns out, you just need to be close to them.”
Summary: Today's lunch for Ursa didn't go as usual.
A/N: I finished this short drabble in spite of a rollercoaster of a mess fic made by a friend. Also, OC is by @corvidcrows
One of the perks as a member of Nighthaven is the free-for-all buffet for all mealtimes, even including midnight snacks. The cafeteria is something that unites all agents from all backgrounds and ethnicities in one spot, eating different things while also having a banter with their friends.
It’s good for Polaris’ own finances to lower groceries’s monthly budget and reduce food waste. But she’s a very picky eater in a way of “She won’t eat if the food looks unappetizing.” And buffet food often looks very, very unappetizing.
She’s sure it tastes good. But her brain would convince her to throw up if she fed herself with that without tweaking the appearances. That’s why she used the free meal perk to bring them as leftovers rather than eating them right there.
So there she was, eating her lunch at a secluded corner of the mess hall while sitting on the floor. Wedging herself between two vending machines got her strange looks from other staff. But who cares? She likes being in tight corners sometimes.
“Guten tag, Ursa.” Polaris tilted her head slightly upwards to see Monika’s smiling face. “How you doing? Comfy in there?”
“I like the pressure it gives. Makes me feel safer.”
The engineer’s calloused hand found its way to pat her head and left her alone. Why do people always aim for her head, anyway?
“Friend?” Her head tilted a bit higher now, seeing the familiar whitish blonde of a certain Norwegian with his award-winning smile that took the heart of his hundred thousand followers on Instagram.
“Hm? Yes, Ace?”
“Why you’re in there? That position doesn’t look comfortable.”
“You’re the second person to ask that today.” She took a bite of her spring rolls. “IQ asked me just now. I just like the pressure, that’s all.”
“The only thing you’re lacking now is a fake tail and a pair of cat ears, friend.” He winked as he reached down to grab his can of drink, making the younger agent’s face heat up a bit. “See you around! Remember we have Operation Skyscraper at zero two hundred!”
Once again, she was left all alone. This time feeling sheepish.
She needed to eat fast before she got spotted again-
“Little bear?”
The food that she was currently chewing went straight to her windpipe, making her choke and cough violently.
There stood Switch, hands crossed on his chest. Baby blue eyes behind the framed glasses staring down at her with curiosity.
She’s still not used to the sweet nickname, goddamnit!
The Finnish agent fumbled with the mobile computer on his prosthetic arm and she could feel slight movements in one of the vending machines. He reached down and grabbed two cans of coffee latte, then passed one to her.
Did he just hack a fucking vending machine?? Does this thing operate through the Internet???
Well, Polaris didn’t think too hard about it for now. She cracked open the top and chugged the whole thing, then quietly sighed. No more itchiness in her throat and she liked the cold liquid cooling down her body a lot.
Switch cracked open his own can and took a small sip. “This tastes like water.” He muttered.
“The fuck you think it is? This canned coffee latte brand is among the top ten least-selling items for these vending machines. Expensive and shit-tasting.”
He raised one of his eyebrows. “That’s a specific information to know.”
“I’ve been hanging around here for months. Fuck off.”
“Quite a charmer today, aren’t you?”
An empty can flew towards the hacker and he tilted his head a bit to dodge the attack of a very flustered SAR member. “One day I’m going to kill you with my bare hands.”
“You mean bear hands?”
“THAT’S IT, I’M RETRACTING MY HIPPOCRATIC OATH TO HIPPOCRATIC SUGGESTION.”
Her reaction caused the other to let out a snorting laugh, his prosthetic reached down to pat her head. “Okay, okay, I’ll tone it down for now.” Switch gave a grin. “Because I’m in a good mood.”
Polaris pouted, before prying herself out from her usual corner while holding Switch’s prosthetic as he pulled her up. As much as she liked her little place, she also liked being free from the pressure.
“Why’re you wandering around here anyway?” She asked, dusting her pants from the dust sticking onto her jeans. “I thought you were on a debriefing session with others.”
“Boring. I sneaked out from the meeting room.” He started to walk, and she followed him from behind.
“You’ll get your ass whooped by Kali at one point.” Her voice was softer. She’s genuinely worried that his behavior like this would get him in trouble. “Did you get hurt? Have you got yourself checked?”
It’s Switch’s turn to look at her, frowning. “I’m good, Ursa. I didn’t slip up like last time.”
“I’ll trust your words this time.” Her reply was short. “As long as you’re alright, I don’t have much comment.”
It’s hard to put her trust in Switch’s own well-being, considering how hidden he was in the past regarding his injuries. So many times Finka had to report to her that the man himself came to the medbay. And countless times, she had to sprint at full speed to catch up to him and and drag him back to either medbay or to her office.
“I appreciate that.” There was a small hum coming from the taller man, a small smile plastered on his face. “Do you want to grab a proper coffee? That watery stuff ruined my tastebuds and I need a better cuppa.”
The statement made Polaris chuckle. “I know a place near the city. My sister recommended it to me, but I never got my chance to visit it.”
“I guess we have that chance now? My treat, of course.”
Her breath hitched as the Switch leaned down, his face getting closer to her with that usual teasing tone. She’s trying so hard to hide her flushed face, dusted with pink.
“Well…if it’s your treat…How can I reject an offer of free things…” A poorly disguised excuse that she’d chosen to gaslight herself, all with the straightest face that she could muster right now.
He’s your co-worker, Ursa. Get ahold of yourself!!!
A sensation of cold metal holding her hand came to drag her down to stabilize herself from being flustered. But soon it came back in full force when she looked down and trailed towards the source.
Switch with a shit-eating grin. His cold prosthetic arm gently held her hand.
Oh, he’s fucking with her.
He tugged her hand, leading the way to the outside of the base, looking visibly brighter than before. “Don’t die on me, Bear. We still haven’t gotten that coffee that you promised yet.”
At least, her lunchtime didn’t end up as monotone as usual.
Summary: Espion had a personal problem about herself. Harry seems to know how to handle it.
A/N: A short writing that I wrote for vent, also showing Espion's CDD
Espion doesn’t have a great life, and she acknowledges this fact.
There were times when she enjoyed people’s company. She likes how it feels to have someone’s attention. She thrived from it.
And then, there were times when she…despised it.
Her heart felt like it was torn apart to pieces whenever she saw her teammates conversing. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, and she hid her silent sob.
It always ended up with her, grinning like usual, tears wiped quickly. “Sorry. Just a dust in her eyes.” Is her go-to excuse.
What is this feeling?
She doesn’t like it. It tears her from inside.
“It might’ve been an episode, Espy.” That’s what Harry said when she described it. “You told me that your mood suddenly changed against your will, right? And you suppressed that?”
“Nobody likes it when I throw tantrums in front of people, Harry. Imagine what Thatcher would say to me.”
“And it’s unhealthy.” Her psychologist stood up from his desk, the usual device that he’d often use to record was still in his hand. “You’re only going to break yourself if this continues.”
Espion’s head hung down low. She knew it was bad. But she couldn’t just let it go.
“Is it because you like the familiarity of the dread? The fear?” And those words stabbed her right in the chest, causing her to flinch from her chair. “Seems like I hit a jackpot.”
She gnawed her thumb, feeling the pain brought her back to the ground. “Fuck you.”
Harry looked at her right in the eyes. A sense of empathy. Pity.
“It’s alright.” Harry gave her a reassuring smile. “Go on. Take your anger verbally towards me. See if that makes you feel better.”
The young operator eyeing him. “Are you sure? I don’t want anyone outside to have worse speculation about me.”
“All of this stays only in the office.” Her boss turned off his recording device. “I promise.”
And so, she started to scream out.
All those buried complaints. All those hidden hatreds.
It was directed towards her teammates. Towards her past. Her job.
And then herself.
Those frustrations slowly morphed into regret. Moulding the insults into self-deprecation.
And Remington suddenly woke up. Finding herself on the psychologist’s office floor.
“Wh-” She felt her cheeks wet, stained with warm tears. “What happened? Did I cry in my sleep?”
Harry perked up from his document reading and flashed a small smile. “Good morning, Reth. Did you have a good rest?”
She nodded, her hand patted her chest gently. “Felt like weight was lifted from my shoulder. Dunno what’s that about.”
She's really putting Nighthaven's Psych Division to good use (Comes there often, to help around or to sleep)
Finka's assistant in medbay. She's learning basic russian and more advanced medical aid
Had a rivalry with Grim, then they got into a fight and she suplexed him out of anger. From then on, they have mutual respect for each other's strengths
Broke-ass. Her fixed price on every mission only covers her rent and basic groceries. Kali tried to convince her to raise the price, but she refused. So now Kali kinda forced her to bring leftovers (Nighthaven's cafeteria is free for all, and there's always leftovers)
Looks up to Ace. He volunteered to be her mentor
Doc was about to put her in Wolfguard, but she's more interested in Redhammer. Her reason is "Wolfguard already has enough humanitarian aid, I want to help the ones that I know would get injured."
Ursa can't choose because both Rainbow and Nighthaven are important to her, so she chooses to make a loose contract that lets the organizations hire her at a fixed price per mission while maintaining her job in ERT-SAR
Previous plan: Making Polaris a medical staff at nearest hospital and then worked for Rainbow
Now: HELP HER...SHE'S BEEN WORKING NONSTOP AT BOTH RAINBOW AND NIGHTHAVEN...THE NIGHTHAVEN AGENT THAT SHE'S WORKING WITH IS TOO RECKLESS FOR HER...URSA MINOR OH MY GOD....
Summary: Ursa Minor's first duet mission, but she's being paired with one of Nighthaven's wildcard agents.
A/N: ANOTHER FRIEND'S OC OH MY GOOOOOODDD I dragged @corvidcrows to my R6S brainrot hole
Polaris had a habit of prioritizing other people rather than herself. Kali said it’s a bad habit, but she didn’t have any plan to change it. It was the only thing that marked her parents’ influence on the remnants of this family. She treated her quirk as a family heirloom or some sort.
So when she got hired by Nighthaven to go on a single mission with one of their agents named Switch for the first time, let’s just say that she almost lost her mind.
It was normal at first. A quick sweep through a small abandoned building, weapons in hand. She tried her best not to breathe out loud; her gas mask would hiss loud enough to be detected by hostiles. Switch’s steps were quiet, yet his movements were trained like soldiers would.
So far, no hostiles…
“I’m bored.” The first actual voice came from the taller man as he turned his head towards her direction, mischief gleamed in his baby blue eyes. “Let’s blow up this building.”
“It’s not in our order, Switch.” She responded back.
“Aww, you’re no fun, Ursa.” He looked back to the front. “Are all EMTs like you? Not having fun as part of the training?”
Polaris sighed, her gloved hand fixing her mask’s position. “ It’s not like that—”
“Do you ever have fun, Ursa? All I see in you is all training and more training.”
She sped up her steps and purposefully bump her shoulder against his arm. “What do you think I am? Robot?”
“If you ask me, then yes.” Switch glanced at her; half of his face was covered in a mask, making it harder for her to read his emotion. “You move according to orders from the man upstairs, and it makes you boring. I don’t even think an impulsive thought of just destroying a wall ever passing through your head.”
“What’s that supposed to mean—”
Bullets suddenly flew near her and almost nicked her ear, and Polaris could feel her hand getting yanked by the taller agent to hide behind the nearest pillar. Her breath hitched. She could smell the burnt smell of metal and gunpowder.
Rapid fire from the distance. Must’ve been near the stairs.
She took a deep breath, gripped her firearms tightly, and squeezed her eyes shut. No matter how much she did this job, she felt like she couldn’t get used to the chaos of the battlefield.
“Finally, I was getting bored.” Polaris’ eyes widened, and she quickly tilted her head up to see Switch’s face. She swore she could hear a wide grin in his voice.
He casually trotted out of the pillar, his marksman rifle in hand.
“Watch and learn, medic.”
She watched as the other calmly aimed at his target while bullets went past him. And with several bangs from the agent’s rifle, the rain of bullets stopped completely, and the building went quiet once again.
It was quick—less than thirty seconds.
Lives were lost in under a minute.
[“Sometimes, to protect a life, you need to take another.”]
Right. No time to think about morality in this situation. They were in danger, and it’s technically a self-defence act.
“Ursa! C’mere!” The sound of the other agent snapped her from her deep thoughts. Switch had already left his previous position and was now examining the hostiles’ bodies. His bloody footsteps stained the grey floor, and his loud, cheery voice filled the concrete halls.
Polaris walked towards the taller other, her hands on her hips. “What’re you doing now?”
“No more hostiles in this building. All their radio devices are inactive.” The agent fumbled through a former hostile’s walkie-talkie and his mobile computer. “I think I can safely say that we finished our mission here. Although I’m kinda disappointed that they’re all untrained goons who can’t even aim properly.”
A sigh of relief escaped from her lips, producing a loud hiss from her mask.
She didn’t need to shoot someone for now.
“Phew, finally…” It was like the feeling of cold water washing down her back in a good way. Her muscles loosened up, and tension left the SAR member. No unnecessary injuries nor casualties from their side.
Switch stood back up again, now turning back his head towards the shorter agent, a grin plastered on his face, his mask pulled down. “Then, can I blow up this place?”
Blinks. “You still want to?? How would you do that???”
“I have my way.”
Polaris felt like she would gain forbidden knowledge that she shouldn’t know if she asked him further, especially seeing his grin grow wider and the glimmers of excitement in his eyes behind the glasses.
In the end, it was just a quick mission, after all.
Summary: A hustler finally met his match in form of a kid(?) with a spider bot.
A/N: FRIENDS OCS WOOOOOOOOO!!! MALAYSIAN OPS GUYS ITS REAL NOW (Credits to @xxtempera for lending me them oh my god IM SO HYPED)
Tay Koon Koh isn’t a righteous person. That’s a plain fact.
Sure, he doesn’t litter his trash often. He has respect for his elders like many Chinese-descent Malays would. His work technically doesn’t involve anything illegal.
But sometimes, a hustler still needs to eat, like all humans would.
His usual options for this are either buying a small portion of stir-fried noodles from the small mom-and-pop stall near his place or stealing some snacks from an unmanned convenience store a bit further away.
Unfortunately, today, he chooses the latter option.
Being a hustler means scrounging for anything that he could use to survive. Whether it’s electro and engineering books that he borrowed from local libraries, to diving inside multiple junkyards for some metal scraps and usable electronic compounds that he could salvage.
The first piece of electronics he managed to make with his current skills and knowledge was a radio. Then he dismantled it and formed it into what he called a “Portable Jammer,” which he used to assist in stealing things from shops with security cameras and slip past the store’s anti-theft detector.
It’s not illegal if he doesn’t get caught, anyway. The store is a big one, and its sales margin wouldn’t drop even if it lost an item or two every week.
Food shouldn’t be gatekeep. It’s a necessity for humans to survive. Logically, it’s morally correct to steal food from the rich if you’re low on money.
With the jammer snugged nicely under his jacket, Tay Koon begins his mission to grab some snacks for the day and to check if his beloved gadget works as intended.
His eyes carefully scan around the open aisles to check for the employees.
No person in sight for now. He takes a deep breath.
There was a TV hanging on top of the ceiling near the entrance, viewing multiple aisles from the eyes of the store’s CCTVs. A couple of the screens seem to show statics only, and he grins.
His gadget still works perfectly, as usual.
The jammer becomes somewhat of a body warmer inside the inner pocket of the jacket, but he knows that if he takes his time too long, it’ll burn his skin.
He struts casually towards the snacks aisle, eyeing rows of packaged peanuts. He’s in the mood for the roasted garlic-flavoured peanuts. It pairs well with a cold glass of sweet iced tea for casual snacking while tinkering with electronics late at night. Or should he opt for battered spicy-coated peanuts—
Click-clacks.
Click-click-click-clacks.
The sudden soft whirring noise from under him almost makes him stumble down and sprint away, but he gets himself to stand on his ground and quickly examine the situation.
A small spider robot gently taps its metal legs on the ceramic floor. Its camera lens is currently facing him.
Anxiety washes him over like a bucket of ice water. He takes a small step backward, and the spider bot follows suit.
Is this the store’s new security camera? Should he run? No, running would’ve garnered more unwanted attention, and he doesn’t plan on getting caught just for this. If he quickly throws the bot away, would he be charged with property damage? Lawyers these days are expensive, and his elders wouldn’t be able to pay for any of them.
“Bejir…why is the camera screen has full static? It shouldn’t be out of boundaries…”
Tay Koon freezes on the spot. His gaze locks onto a tuft of messy jet-black hair that pops into his view at the corner of his eyes, right behind the aisle across him. Their footsteps are slow as if they’re currently afraid of crushing something.
He stares at the head, then at the bot below him. The tiny bot that he could’ve accidentally crushed if he took one more step. It tilts its “head” camera a bit, as if it’s curious at his behaviour.
The footsteps finally come to a stop at the same time as the figure stands right in front of him, revealing themselves to be an androgynous-looking person, leaning toward a more masculine look with the mullet hairstyle. They’re wearing some kind of glove with a small screen mounted onto it. Tay Koon can hear a familiar static noise coming from it, a sign of his jammer’s work.
Is this person also testing their gadget?
He doesn’t realize how short this person is in front of him, now holding the spider-looking bot and carefully inspecting it. Hell, he doesn’t even realize how they got in front of him without noticing.
Is it his overthinking again? God, this is a bad habit of his.
“And you. What are you doing here?”
The mentioned man once again freezes in place, his dark eyes meeting the other’s own ones. Dark bags under their eyes and a flat yet uncaring expression.
“Um…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m looking around… just sightseeing, I guess…?”
The other raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Uh-huh. What about that bag of nuts that you’re holding?”
His eyes snap at the small bag of nuts in his hand. The one that he was ready to snatch and book when he got bamboozled by that small spider bot. He clicks his tongue in response.
“Well, this is the souvenir…?”
“There’s no free souvenir, dumbass. Awak kira aku bodo kah?”
Well, seems like he can’t convince this person.
He bites his lips gently in frustration, puts the peanut bag back into the aisle, and walks away from the store, pocketing both his hands inside his jacket pocket. There goes his plan of getting a snack for tonight—
CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK—
The spider bot, which was supposed to be with the mullethead, somehow found its way out and chased him down at a speed faster than him, the taps of its legs hitting the floor became somewhat of a terrifying sound. He almost screams out, scrambling backward and trying his best to avoid stepping the small bugger.
In the midst of his panic, however, Tay Koon can see the mullethead observing from afar, looking amused. Their tablet still produces the hissing noise, so how does this one still move freely ??
“Hey, get this thing away from me!!”
His panic response only got a small grin from the mullethead. “Well, try to outrun my bot!” They let out a chuckle. “I’d be more impressed if you can outsmart it, even! Its AI can recognize its target from afar by their clothes and running pattern.”
Panic noise echoes around the store, along with an amused laughter.
Tay Koon had never thought that this encounter would change the trajectory of his life for good.
Summary: It's finally Espion's first visit to Viperstrike's base to get her gadgets improved! But Mira's not the only one overseeing her.
A/N: I promised myself that I wouldn't write above 1k today
When she entered Rainbow’s Greece Base, Reth noticed that Viperstrike’s base was surprisingly more high-tech than the other groups' tech labs. It’s not really that surprising for her, though. Many of Rainbow’s engineers and technicians came in and out to develop and research more technologies to make future operations easier.
Mira had ordered her to bring in her gadgets—Her motion-detecting knives that had been fucked up by a Certain Japanese Geek during the device evaluation—to look for a solution to the fragile casing.
…she couldn’t help marveling at the inner lab. It felt like she was again back in her old workshop in Nighthaven.
Before the young operator managed to get her grubby hands all over the pieces of machinery, however, she felt a pair of gloved hands grab her shoulder firmly and put enough pressure downwards to stop her from moving around.
“Wha—”
“Enchanté, Espion!” The figure looming over her suddenly spoke in a cheery tone. His light French accent reminded him of Gustave’s existence, making her head snap upwards to see who that was.
Messy dark chocolate hair in undercut style, five o’clock shadow on his well-defined jawline, dark blue eyes that sparkled like an excited golden retriever, and a smile that could bring joy and warmth to this cruel and cold world.
Oh, Jesus Christ, that’s a handsome man.
Maybe it was because the room was too cold or she suddenly developed a fever, but one of them was definitely the reason why her face reddened like crazy with nervous soft chitters coming out of her lips. Both palms tried to hide her current state.
The man was absolutely beaming, patting her light blonde hair while pulling her close to his tall body. “Mira told me that you’ll be joining us today, so I asked her to help assist you.” His tone was as bright as his personality. “My name is Julien Nizan, but you can call me Rook. I hope we can be good acquaintances!”
It didn’t help that her brain was short-circuited from the overwhelming amount of affection that he gave her, still struggling to say something.
He finally let her go after a while, finally snapping her from the overloading mind state. She almost immediately took multiple steps away, her face still looking bright red.
The sunshine expression faded slightly, eyes reflecting a sense of worry. “Sorry, did I overwhelm you?”
As much as she wanted to deny it, she did feel overwhelmed by his whole greetings.
And as Harry said during her last therapy session; be honest with people, or they will not know what their mistakes are.
She nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact. “...Sorry…” She muttered softly.
“It’s alright, mon ami.” Julien didn’t move an inch while keeping his warm tone, like a vet talking to a scared animal. “Take your time, okay? I can get Mira or Doc for you if you’d like.”
“It’s.” She paused, taking several deep breaths. Calm down, Reth. “I’m okay. I was just. Surprised. I’m no good to affection.” Her voice softened, now more like a whisper. “Gustave is scary. Don’t want to see him.”
“He’s a doctor. He’d take care of you.”
“Last time I saw him, he scolded me for being too rough in training and kept escaping his clinic while in his care.”
The taller operator grinned. “You’re not the only one.” He gave a wink that made the younger operator’s heart jump to her throat.
What the fuck. Oh my god. She shouldn’t be like this!!!
Reth whined out loud. Her frustration came out. Not because of the kind gent, no.
There’s a first time for everything. And it was the first time she felt like there were butterflies in her stomach, tickling her abdomen and trying to make her smile.
Julien’s happiness was infectious.
Currently, it’s infecting the young operator.
“Stop making me happy!!” She whined in protest, but her giggling state betrayed her.
“I can’t help it! Ton sourire est contagieux!”
The French accent that she’d once associated with Gustave’s fatherly scolding now made her heart thump like crazy. Julien’s bright and positive attitude cleared out the negative association of what had been imprinted in her mind.
Was that a bad thing? Nope!
“And what are you guys doing?”
Those fluffy feelings sunk back into the depths and managed to snap Reth out of the current state. Her cheeks were still tinted red from the blood rush.
Elena leaned on the doorframe of the lab entrance while crossing her arms, dark eyes glaring at Julien. “What did you do to our new recruit, cabrón? She’s a tomato now!”
Now it’s the French’s turn to be flustered, cheeks dusted in pink. “Non! I was introducing myself and accidentally got her overwhelmed a bit.”
The Spaniard turned her attention to Reth, raising her eyebrows. The American quickly nodded in response.
“Well,” Elena cracked her knuckles, and satisfying pops came out, “introduction’s over. Let’s get back to work, you two.”
I love writing about Gerald having a crush at a literal man with wife and kids, and when he (quietly and embarrassingly) shared his mind to the wife, she said;
"Hun, I don't mind sharing him. You made his life a little brighter, after all, thanks to you. But remember, he's a family man. He values his family first, then you and himself."
And got included in the family after the twins were born and he got appointed as their godfather.
Rainbow's R&D labs are her favourite place to hang out (and mostly sleep in. Mira has to keep reminding her to sleep in her own room)
At first, Espion was unsure if she could her own poncho to missions due to previous experience where her previous commander forbade her to wear it. When Harry lets her, she was ecstatic
Espion and Stena spar a lot in kickboxing. She often just jumps towards him and kicks him with both feet to drop him down, thus the name "Jackrabbit" from Kapkan
She visits Redhammer's base so often, other teams sometimes get confused whether she's a Ghosteyes or a Redhammer
Pre-incident, she had therapy sessions with Harry every Friday
Older operators spooked Espion a bit because it reminds her of her previous commander, but she knew they mean well
Likes to watch Glaz paints. Sometimes, she also would draw along near him with her tablet
The only vegetables that she could eat without having to be blended or minced is eggplants. Especially roasted eggplants
Knowing her mother's native language, she would cuss someone under her breath in Indonesian (Blitz, Zero, Solis, and Stena know some/all of them)
