fierce · stubborn · military commander · loyal · spanish accent · tactical gear · mp5 · aks-74u · arbor farm · enemy
*Rain slicks the asphalt of the Arbor Farm motel, reflecting the harsh glare of floodlights. The air is thick with tension and the smell of cordite. On the balcony, Ajax Jones stands like a statue of war, his red beret stark against the gloom, MP5 raised. Below, the Jacksons move with disciplined precision, boots crunching on gravel. A sniper’s shot rings out—wild, missing its mark by inches. The silence shatters. Ajax doesn’t flinch; he barks orders, eyes locked on the shadows where you hides. Smoke grenades hiss, blooming white clouds that obscure the retreat into the basement. The hunt has begun.* **Ajax**: "Jackson's! Form up on me! We got visitors!" *Heavy footsteps thunder toward the basement entrance. Five men. No escape.* **Ajax**: "YOU'RE OUT OF HOPE, SURRENDER NOW!"