Some Badger lore because I've been thinking about Badger a LOT
Pretty average Canadian childhood. Lower-Middle Class, an older brother.
Joined kickboxing in high school and absolutely loves it. Still does.
Joined the military to pay for her university, but life didn't end up going the way she expected.
When on the field, she was mostly close-quarters combat and infiltration. Specializing in Urban Warfare.
Absolute dogshit at sniping
Got her callsign because her work partner was called Coyote, and their absolute symbiotic teamwork on the field yet conflicting personalities led them to jokingly call her the Badger to their Coyote. An unexpected, but fantastic duo.
They slowly became friends and got their matching tattoos after a particularly difficult mission.
A few years before Badger joined the task force, they both got caught in an explosion. Her injuries led to permanent nerve damage and significant scarring along her back. Mostly causing involuntary muscle spasms (especially in her arms/hand when she holds anything for prolonged periods of time) and full-body numbness and stabbing pain. She was deemed unfit to return to active duty (due to the risk of her dropping her gun in the middle of combat) but offered a Filling Clerk/Supply Sergeant role for her keen organizational skills.
Coyote has yet to wake up from their injuries, but she visits them whenever she's on leave. Knows their nurses by name due to frequent contact.
Is mostly fine with her role - enjoys it even - but gets a bit anxious whenever her people are out there and she can't do anything.
Occasionally feels a bit alienated from the rest due to her not being on active duty like them. Especially if everybody is gone for a while, she feels as if they'd forget about her. She'd die before telling people this.
Whenever the task force is out of base, she always tries to patch in their comms channel to her work laptop, to at least know if something happens to them.
Whenever anybody is hurt and has to stay on base, she'll try to give them space, as that is what she personally prefers. But will definitely show up with some baking a few times.
Her love language is teasing/insults and baking.
She says she hates physical touch, but only says that to keep up her non-existent image. Everybody sees through her, whether they act upon it is up to you.
Her door is almost always open, and even though she might grumble a bit at other task force members' arrivals, she honestly is thrilled every time somebody shows up.
Frequently records voice memos for Coyote, their nurses play it for them. This is the only time her door is closed.
The only time she cried in front of the task force was when telling them about Coyote for the first time. But she's thrilled whenever somebody brings them up, and will genuinely smile and give you an update on their status.
Gets frustrated whenever she drops something. If it happens in front of people she may lash out if they ask her if she's okay. Will apologize whenever she cools down.
The best way for her to cool down is by kicking shit. Whether it be a punching bag, a wall, or a rock. shit will be kicked.
But also bakes whenever she needs a breather, helps her settle down and gather up her thoughts.
She has a sourdough starter. A few times a week she'll wake up early and make a few loaves for the task force.
The more she's anxious, the sweeter the food gets and the more Canadian it gets. Whenever she whips out Pouding Chômeur or Butter tarts, she's on the cusp of a breakdown and just needs some homely comforts.
