((Sorry for the wait guys, I just now found the thread and I've read everything from top to bottom, lol, that took awhile XD))<br/><br/>Lieutenant Tyler Simmons<br/><br/>Tyler had spent the entire day in the gun range at the Cheyenne Mountain base, he hadn't been in the mood to attend the meet and greet. The memory of the loss of his team was still to fresh in his mind. He'd wanted to train himself to hit every target perfectly. He didn't want to lose any more team members. He'd taken a break and wandered the base's halls, just thinking. He'd found himself at his quarters and found a sealed envelope with his new orders.<br/><br/>He preferred to be alone now, the death of his team members had hit him hard. Even now it was hard for him to block the memory. He'd grieved ofcourse, better to let it out and deal with it than keep it in and possibly screw up in a vital moment. Atleast that was his opinion, and it'd served him pretty well through out his life.<br/><br/>He'd gone to the meet and greet, listening in the doorway just out of sight. No one had seen him, which was how he preferred it for now.<br/>As the day had wound on, he'd heard about the new armor desighn and the test through eves dropping. The new idea was the talk of the base. The idea of him wearing a form fitting armor suit and taking an arousal test made him laugh.<em>What's next, a super soldier program? Are we going to meet Captain America next?</em>he'd thought with a shake of his head. The Major John Shepperd seemed to be a ladies man, or atleast he'd thought himself one by how he'd hit on the girls in the room.<br/><br/>He did have to admit however, that the girls were very pretty, eye candy, he only hoped they had skills too and not just looks. He'd gone to the cafeteria to get some food and then gone to his quarters to sleep.<br/><br/><strong><em>The Next Day</em></strong><br/><br/>Tyler had awakened and dressed in his black SGU attire. He grabbed his equipment, orders and weapons, which included a P390 rifle, a hand gun, a survival knife and a 8 inch hunting dagger. He'd learned early on, that things tended to happen and without notice at the base. He closed his door behind him and made his way to the cafeteria for some breakfast. He nodded to the staff and to the military personnel that he passed and ate quickly. Then made his way to the gate room after the announcment of a training mission blared over the intercom.<br/><br/>He stepped into the gate room and pulled on a green band placing it around his bicep. Tyler Simmon was a handsome man, chisled jaw, military cut almost blonde brown hair and deep blue eyes, his body was well toned in young muscularity, he was only 26 years old after all. He stood at ready with his orders in hand, waiting for everyone to arrive.