Delta Force

The 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta (1st SFOD-D), commonly referred to as Delta Force, Combat Applications Group (CAG), "The Unit", Army Compartmented Element (ACE), or within JSOC as Task Force Green, is an elite special mission unit of the United States Army, under operational control of JSOC. The unit is tasked with specialized missions primarily involving hostage rescue and counter-terrorism, as well as direct action and special reconnaissance against high-value targets. Delta Force and its maritime counterpart, the U.S. Navy's SEAL Team Six (also known as DEVGRU), are the U.S. military's primary counterterrorism units. Delta Force perform the most complex, classified, and dangerous missions in the U.S. military, as directed by the U.S. National Command Authority.

Real Name - Robert Shephard
Codename - Hazard
Appearance - A Caucasian man, with no strong characteristics, Robert blends in with a sea of faces. His hair is short and dark brown, a contrast to his fair skin and blue eyes. He is also clean shaven.

CTU - Delta Force
Position - Defender
Nationality - American
Birthplace - Buffalo, New York
Birthdate - February 1st, (34)

Height - 5'11 (180 cm)
Weight - 175 lbs (79 kg)

Weapons - Heckler and Koch MP5; Colt M45 MEUSOC

Gadgets: Impact Grenades and Deployable Shield
Armor - 2
Speed - 2

BIOGRAPHY

Shephard has always been a challenge seeker, whether it was on a sports field or in the classroom, he always pushed himself to try more and more difficult tasks overtime eventually inspiring him to attend college and later law school in the hopes of becoming a JAG or Judge advocate.

After having been in the army as a JAG for 6 years, his constant training qualified himself for selection within the Army Rangers, and after spending several years within Rangers, qualified to join Delta force. Being in Delta Force often meant he was put in joint-training scenarios with the Navy SEALs, where he met both operators Blackbeard and Valkyrie on separate occasions with good note. Most recently he was offered a chance to join Team Rainbow after Six came to the conclusion that Team Rainbow needed both a legal consultant and representative especially after a certain Uzbek's hostage mishaps.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

Shephard tends to be socially introverted, preferring to think before he speaks or to come to his own conclusions instead of inserting his own opinion unless asked. This doesn't imply lack of social skills more so aloofness. One of biggest defining characteristics however is his skepticism and as a result his lack of confidence in himself. Shephard is always known to question himself, which made becoming a soldier that much more difficult for him, but he understood that is what he signed up for. It is also this lack of confidence that pushes him to take on new challenges to prove to himself that he isn't a liability or poorly trained, because ultimately he needs to see evidence and results whether that's himself or in the field.

This line of thought has limited Shephards potential and can limit unit cohesion because he has never seen himself as "good enough". It is also known that he cares deeply for those he considers friends. In terms of Ethics Shephard tries to look at the pros and cons of a strategy or method and usually goes with whatever idea is most logically consistent.

Gadget

After having been asked to join Team Rainbow Shephard had found himself working fairly often with Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev because of his often excess collateral damage. Overtime the two of them became friends due to there similarities and collaboration so Fuze - noticing Shephard's lack of a special gadget - created for him a redesigned cluster grenade which functions as a proximity mine with Shephard, carrying up to three at a time in the field.

Notes

Shephard when not working tends to be fairly impulsive in terms of interest and most people don't know what he is doing thanks to his spontaneous desires. At one moment, Shepherd might be reading, viewing art (usually Glaz's), or training.

One moment that did have a profound impact on Shephard however was back when he was in Delta Force at a joint training exercise where he had met Valkyrie and the one aspect he had taken away from that time, where Delta force had lost, was how confident she was compared to him and afterward, having been impressed by the skill she showed he had asked her why she thought the Seals won the objective and she had told him the thought of losing did not even occur to them because in a situation like that you either have to give it your all or your squad could be compromised. Because of this Shephard has admired her and that attitude and tried to live up to it because he had seen a strength in her that he feels he had always lacked.

Real Name - Russell Jones
Codename - Pyro
Appearance - Much like his partner, Jones has no strong characteristics. His hair is black and short, with a shirt beard to match, and his eyes are hazel.

CTU - Delta Force
Position - Attacker
Nationality - American
Birthplace - Tampa Bay, Florida
Birthdate - September 28th (39)
Height - 5'10 (180 cm)

Weight - 155 lbs (70 kg)

Weapons - M4 Carbine, Beretta M9 Secondary

Gadget: Breach Charges or Stun Grenades
Armor - 1
Speed - 3

BIOGRAPHY

Anger. A useful utility or a troubling tribulation? Russell Jones didn't know which after being arrested for assault, a result from being constantly harassed and eventually snapping. While incarcerated it gave him plenty of time to reconsider his options. Jones had always been more independent and yet had thought of joining the military. He had never like the idea of being constricted and grounded, however the thought being able to have an outlet for his anger was reason enough and so he applied for a military service waiver. Overtime he began to control his anger more efficiently, and was finally inducted into the Rangers and later Delta Force. Not because he didn't meet the qualifications the first time, but because at the time he was considered not of the right temperament. Known mostly for his skills in speed based attacks and his ability to draw an enemy out of an entrenched position, he was invited to Team Rainbow for his experience in attacking operations.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

Despite having joined the military to overcome what is easily his greatest weakness, Jones still can be incited easily which at times has led to him getting mildly injured because his loss of composure. As a result, he works best in the field and off the field with operators he has synergy with. As a person he is outgoing, most would call him a loudmouth but he tries to make the best of bad situations. Ethically on the other hand Jones works under a humanitarian mentality similar to Gustave "Doc" Kateb, in that he looks to finding the solution that causes the least harm to people even if it's more optimistic than realistic. This stems mostly from guilt on Jones' part from much of the damage he had caused over the years in his sprawls of blind anger.

Gadget

Jones has learned from several years of pushing out enemies from their fortification always involved fire. With the help of the Army R&D department, he was issued with Asphyxiation Incendiary grenades, designed to burn the oxygen around an area. They have a greater damage deal than Capitão's bolts, but lack the range and versatility.

Notes

Out of training Jones tend be to be considered the team loudmouth and during training exercises he has constantly made himself a target and earned the disdain of Mike "Thatcher" Baker who responded with regular hazings in training due to him fairly often coming into conflict with the hardened SAS soldier.

He is also known to hang around Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier fairly often and usually join him whenever Brunsmeier is ready to unveil his latest prank.

Yemen was a hotbed for military activity these last few years. When they uncovered that the White Masks were wrecking more havoc than any Islamic militant group, Rainbow was sent to investigate. Thankfully, JSOC was kind enough to send reinforcements in the form of two operators in their vicinity. Hibana always enjoyed new faces in their missions, whether temporary or permanent.

The mission: rescue some visiting politician, confirmed to be the only survivor. Simple enough, should be quick and by the book.

The roster for this mission was small, considering they were spread thin at the moment. Leader for this mission was Blackbeard, he knows the most how to deal with situations in unstable nations with the Middle East. Jäger, Blitz, Doc, Blackbeard, herself, and the new addition, Clay, were all that attended the mission. Clay was a rather interesting character, witty to a fault. Although, everyone kept quiet around her. And Clay returned the favor. Hibana supposed it's hard to open up to a 'spook', as she heard Jordan call the new CIA ops.

The reinforcements came from two operators from one of America's finest, Delta Force. Elite, professional, and deadly, these words described their group perfectly. They only knew the two operators assisting by their code names: Pyro and Hazard.

Pyro was an average looking man, with dark black hair and light hazel eyes that went evenly with his beard. Hazard was also somewhat generic, fair skinned with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. The rig on Pyro looked light, something that matched evenly with his thinner frame. Hazard was a little more bulkier, with more gear on than his cohort. Dressed in desert camouflage uniforms, they knew that this was just another day in their deployment.

"ETA five minutes," Jäger buzzed in. Everyone began to check their weapons for any last minute fine-tuning and adjustments. Pyro didn't bother checking his weapon, and Hazard went over the same checks a dozen times over. He seemed to be careful about his weapon.

Hibana motioned Hazard, starting off with friendly banter. "I hope you aren't this nervous when around girls."

Hazard gave a chuckle. "Of course not, just trying to be sure I won't mess up my gun."

Blackbeard soon joined in. "I wouldn't worry about him too much Hibana, he's a good soldier."

"You two know each other?" She cocked a brow and a smirk.

"Sure, we've done plenty of missions together when we were in JSOC," Blackbeard stroked his beard placently. "Always got along well with Valk, isn't that right Shephard?"

"What happened to codenames…" Hazard muttered.

"It's good to know how we all know each other from before," Hibana smiled. "It only adds to our reputation as a well trained force."

It wasn't long until Blitz decided to enter the conversation. "Ah yes. Former lovers, rivals, people who despise each other, all make for amazing teammates."

"It's worked well so far," Blackbeard added.

"ETA one minute, good luck!"

The small chat quickly cut away. Even in the eve of danger the composure was organized, calm, and ready. Some minor checks to their gear, and some views to the dilapidated building. It was ugly, covered in graffiti and divots from failed attacks and explosives.

"10 seconds!" The helicopter pulled up close to the roof. It was idiotic for the White Masks to break defenses to shoot at the helicopter, no fire came from the building. "5 seconds!"

Blackbeard and Clay kicked down the rope, the sturdy snake dropping dozens of feet below. Blackbeard threw a red smoke grenade to the floor, exploding and signaling the drop zone. The light in the helicopter turn green, and Jäger gave the order to drop.

"You're good to go, give them hell!"

One by one they hooked themselves around the rope and slid down to the upper roof of the building. They secured the rooftop and checked their surroundings carefully, seemed like local forces secured the rest of the entrances. No one got in, no one got out.

"We got thirty seconds to drone the area out," Blackbeard threw his drone to the floor, bringing out his PDA. "No more, no less. Go!"

The squad threw down their drones to the floor and headed to an open shaft connecting them to the inside of the building. The drones sputtered out of an open vent, sweeping their ways across the splintered floor. The first floor was occupied by only three White Masks, setting up wooden barricades by the windows.

"Enemies on the first floor," Clay calls out, "Northwest."

"Confirmed three hostiles, moving in."

A wooden hatch laid on the roof as the way to an emergency exit if such a event would occur. Didn't seem like the hostage used it to their advantage. Clay hurried herself to the hatch, pulling out a folded square breaching charge. "I've got this, stand back."

Blitz hunkers his shield close to his frame as he prepares for the explosion. "It doesn't look like a regular breaching charge, what is it?"

"Mudpie; shoots out oil, mud, and clay everywhere."

Blackbeard reached to the end of the roof where a simple railing stopped them from falling over. Blackbeard hooked his zipline to the railing. "Okay, Pyro and Hibana, follow me. We're breaching the windows."

They rappelled down the face of the building and reached the wooden barricades on the windows. Breaching charges stuck on the wood easily, and they nodded to Blackbeard for the next step.

"Breaches are set!"

"On my go we break inside," he held up three fingers, counting down to the last finger, clenching his fist. "Breach!"

The papers and clutter of the floor shook and flew in every direction in the room. The White Masks covered their eyes as oil and mud flew everywhere, blinding them in the process. Pyro finished it off, throwing his incendiary grenade inside. The explosive ruptured, burning the air around the terrorists. Of course, their first reaction was to leave the inferno that burned around them, but they were quickly put down by rifle fire from the windows. The air burned for a few more seconds, before sizzling out from the room.

"First floor is clear, move in!" Blackbeard jumped from the wall and flew straight into the window. The others jumped through the roof hatch and checked around the destroyed room. Hazard tossed another drone to the floor, spiraling away to the next open staircase. Immediately it was destroyed, the muzzle flash of a White Mask being the last image it received.

Hazard put away the PDA and brought up his MP5. "Hostile coming up the stairs!"

The sentence was cut off as something different burst from the stairway. A large mutt, growling and barking menacingly before charging right into them. It jumped right into Blitz's shield, knocking him down and slobbering onto the shield.

The struggle would've seen funny to some, but the dog was large, and large dogs were always strong enough to throw a man down and tear out his throat. "Get this thing off me!"

Doc kicked the dog off of him quickly, placing a couple of rounds into its body.

"Bastards, using a dog to their dirty work," Pyro fumed. "Bunch of cowards!"

The White Mask ran up the stairs to finish off what the mutt started, but it was in vain. Pyro quickly tackled the man down and used his strength to lift him up and toss him outside the window. The screaming of the White Mask only lasting a second before the impact noise of flesh and metal ended it.

"Motherfucker," Pyro spat.

"Pyro, relax," Hazard started. "We need to focus on the mission."

Doc let out a hand to the laying German. He helped up Blitz, quickly checking the shield to see newly formed bite dents on the corner. "Merde, good thing the dog was biting the shield."

"Yeah yeah," he muttered.

"Keep focus!" Blackbeard motioned towards the stairs. "We need to find the hostage. Throw out another drone."

Clay threw her spare to the floor and scuttled down the stairs silently. It wasn't long until it was immediately crushed by the butt of rifle. "There's one more downstairs."

"I got him!" Blitz sprinted down the staircase, pressing his flashcharge. The enemy covered his eyes in a sad attempt to block the light but to no avail. Blitz swiveled his shield and placed two rounds into his face. The White Mask dropped like a ton of bricks. Another lifted himself above a turned over desk, getting shot multiple times throughout his body.

"Don't get too careless," Blackbeard warned, checking the corners of the room. "We still have a hostage to find. He must be in the next floor."

He scanned the room until he saw another The next point of entry was the staircase, but all sides were barricaded with metal reinforcements.

"Step aside," Hibana lugged her X-KAIROS over her shoulder into firing position. "I got this."

She aimed and fired twice, the pellets landing squarely on the door. She pressed the ignition button and the pellets began to burn through the metal, filling the whole room with the smell of fire and iron. The wall finally exploded and the shrapnel flew down the staircase, another White Mask covering his face from the sudden entry. Hibana shot him down before he could even raise his weapon.

Blackbeard took point, his shield glaring in the dim light of the stairwell. Their movements were quick, smooth. This mission didn't need slow cautiousness or careless speed as the others usually prefer. Hazard looked around and placed a small proximity mine on the back of the wall, setting a code before joining the others.

"What is that?" Doc asked.

"Your colleague Shuhrat helped designed a proximity mine for me a while back. Doesn't do too much damage," Hazard smiled. "We don't want anyone to ambush us from behind—"

Gunfire erupted once again between Blackbeard and a group of tangos across the room. Bullets ricocheted and bounced off his ballistic shield, cracking the thing to bits. Blackbeard managed to kill one of them, before whizzing bullets flew past his face. He quickly dove for cover behind a flipped table. Pyro quickly pulled a flashbang and tossed it across the room. One of them wasn't able to cover, being blinded and killed by Pyro.

Blitz tilted his shield to aim down his gun. They lined up well in his sites, rapid firing his pistol's magazine into their bodies. A pain germinated in his shoulder, as he dove for cover next to Blackbeard. Hazard quickly checked the area. "Looks like they nicked you!"

"No wonder it doesn't hurt as much," He grunted, unable to lift his shoulder. "Doc, I'm hit!"

"I'm on my way, cover me!"

Clay and Hibana both peeked our their cover and began to suppress the tangos. Doc ran across the stairwell to Blitz, immediately opening up his clothed shoulder.

Clay threw another flashbang, putting a headshot to a White Mask. There was only two left, beginning to cower away and retreat. Blackbeard popped one off on his way to the stairwell, leaving a lone survivor.

Blackbeard dragged his magazine away and replaced it. "Doc, hows the shoulder?"

"Just a deep graze, nothing serious. It's too much of a pain for him to move his shield, he can't go on."

"Go back to the rooftop and defend the area while we extract the hostage."

Doc nodded and helped Blitz up on his shoulders. "Great, what a turn of events." The German muttered, followed by a quip from Doc in French.

Clay stepped up to Blackbeard. "Where the hell is the hostage?"

"I don't know, he should've been here."

Pyro groaned in his rising temper and quickly rushed down the staircase leading to the next level. Hazard tried to call him back. "Jones, calm yourself!"

Pyro shoved him away the second his hand came in contact. The operator jumped down the stairs and rolled onto the next floor, pulling out his M9 and dropping a White Mask who never had the chance to even lift his gun. Pyro quickly sidestepped into a pillar, using it for cover.

The hostage was found. She looked like a politician, an older woman dressed in fancy, eloquent clothes with strong makeup and jewelry.

"Damnit. I can never calm him down, can't do anything right—"

"Shut the fuck up and follow his lead!" Blackbeard rushes down the stairwell and began firing. The rest joined, clearing out all the rest of the room. One by one the remaining White Masks began to splatter the walls red, crumpling over with dropped weapons and empty casings. The politician closed her eyes and screamed through her duct tape.

Hazard aimed for a White Mask, his reticle aimed directly at his head. Suddenly the tango's arm stretched out and tossed something to the team. The realization hit him like a truck. It was a grenade. A grenade that'll injure his teammates and it'll be his fault simply because he wasn't good enough.

"Grenade!" Hazard shouted, quickly diving to cover. The grenade landed right next to Clay's feet, her immediate reaction grabbing the thing and tossing it out the window.

"You don't have to worry about—"

"Don't," Hibana muttered, popping off the last

White Mask with a clean headshot.

"All clear!" Blackbeard shouted. He immediately rushed to the hostage and picked her up, leading to the stairwell. "We've got the hostage, pick us up Jäger!"

"I'm on my way, ETA five minutes!" Jäger buzzed in.

They trailed back upstairs to the rooftop, where Doc and Blitz waited with their weapons drawn. Doc lit a flair and tossed it to the floor, everyone's weapons still checking their surroundings. Blitz smiled under his mask. "Ah, you have the package. Good to know we can finally leave this oven of a country now."

The helicopter began to chop the air as it came over the building, landing itself swiftly on the top.

"Time to pack up, let's get home."

Everyone loaded onto the helicopter. Clay looked at her watch and scoffed, a mere ten minutes passed. "Time flies doesn't it?"

"You're telling me," Blackbeard muttered. He looked over to Pyro, his face set into a hard expression. "Next time, tell us before you go off and kill yourself so we don't have to risk our guys dragging you back."

"Dutiful noted," Pyro replied. Blackbeard scorned and looked away at the building. Local forces seemed to be finally enter building for cleanup. The helicopter arrived quick to the base, another end to another simple mission.

A/N: The summer heat has finally hit my town, 100 degrees Fahrenheit all day tomorrow, it'll be like I'm in Yemen! Don't worry, it won't stop me from writing.

Introducing Delta Force's Pyro and Hazard by TheBioHazard21. Had fun writing Pyro this mission, can't wait to write about him again.

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-Mister Bombastic

EDIT: Made some corrections to the tense and edited some lines here and there, not too noticeable. Hope you enjoy.