La tête de Washington tournait dans son casque. Il s'est retiré du sol et a pris son fusil qui s'était posé à côté de lui. "Ça fait vraiment mal!" En vérifiant son compte de munitions, il a dépoussiéré son armure. "Faisons du rock et du roll bébé!"
Charger vers l'avant, il a lâché avec une volée de balles dans ses ennemis robotiques. Il l'a tiré sur le premier robot qu'il a croisé. Il s'est collé à son torse, ne lui donnant pas le temps de réagir, il est retourné à son fusil et l'a poignardé dans le dos et chargé dans un groupe de robots. L'un a eu un coup de pied sur lui desserrant son emprise sur le robot la lame dans son dos glisser dehors et l'envoyer voler au-dessus d'un mur.
Il a sorti le détonateur qu'il a souri. "Scrap metal c'est alors les gars." En appuyant sur le détonateur, le robot coincé a explosé. En raison de l'acharnement des robots, les dégâts ont explosé deux fois les deux autres membres du groupe qui l'ont attaqué manquaient d'un bras ou d'une tête, mais étaient relativement intacts. Ils répondirent à son attaque en l'approchant de derrière le mur et le ramassant du sol par le cou.
"Oh allez, tu es encore pire que la dernière fois! Un peu d'aide, les gars?"
Name: Jacobs Huntington
Codename: Washington
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Armour Ability: Teleportation
Implanted A.I.: Epsilon - Increases awareness and heightened senses by increasing the amount of stimulus the brain can take. Epsilon yearns for knowledge and will cause his implanty to become more studious.
Appearance:

Personality: Jacobs is an optimistic guy who always sees the funny side of a dangerous situation. He hates being wrong and doesn't appreciate being corrected (Even when he is wrong). Jacobs can be very cocky and overestimate an opponent, situation or even his own skills. Taking on tasks that are far too difficult for him alone, he can be very stubborn and will not admit when he needs help or even ask for it. Even with all this he keeps his head and always thinks about the objective and how to achieve it.
History: Jacobs had an ordinary childhood, nothing truly special. Brought up on military drills and weapon stripping he has known nothing but UNSC and the pride he would bring his family fighting for the UNSC. His family were quick to distrust the Elites joining humanities caused and this xenophobia rubbed off on Jacobs. Once he was of age he was shipped straight off to the nearest UNCS barracks to begin his training.
Fast forward several years and Jacobs found himself fighting an innumerable foe know as the flood and in charge of his own six man squad. Called the greatest threat to the galaxy Jacobs fully understood why. During one particular battle in which Jacobs and five other men had to protect and hold a comms array Jacobs finally saw the elite in a positive light. During the fighting Jacobs lost all of his men too the monstrous creatures with his back against the wall he saw his fellow soldiers rise up and turn on him. Seeing no way out he pulled the pin on a grenade and held it to what was left of his helmet.
Before he could finish himself the Elite reinforcements arrived in a rain of plasma fire. Throwing the grenade into the horde he watched as the Elite forces swept through the sea of flood systematically slaughtering this great threat. With the threat eliminated Jacobs thanked the Elites for their help. A few months later he was put forward for the Freelancer Project.
Weapon loadout:

MA2B Assault Rifle with built in bayonet.
M319 Individual Grenade Launcher.
M6H Pistol.
Combat Knife.
x3 Fragmentation Grenade.
x2 Flash Grenades Grenades.

Fighting Style: Jacobs fights up close and personal using his personalised Assault rifle mixed with his large variety of martial arts.