(http://royoyo.com/images/2009/05/mens-short-brown-hair-style.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob Hammond<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters, shooting range<br/><strong>Addressing:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>This was certainly going to take some Getting used to, Everywhere he walked he was saluted which annoyed him to no end. Being 20 he was the youngest of this little commando experiment so he considered himself to be the lowest in rank and experience so being saluted was something he didn't expect. Flung over his shoulder was a bag full of only his bare necessities in the other hand he held a briefcase, he was currently wearing what he would call his casual wear which was his military garb the only oddity was the Grey fedora hat sitting on his head.<br/><br/>Finally finding his bunk which was situated a few beds from another soldier by her appearance not matching that of the other Sailors he assumed that she was one of his fellow commandos. "Russian no doubt" he spoke to himself his Australian accent rather thick, after looking her over he turned to his bed and started to unpack.<br/><br/>Opening the briefcase he started to connect pieces together it took a while this process took a lot of care rushing it was just asking for trouble. The Howard S20 was the newest in a brand new line of Sniper rifles it was designed for superior accuracy in distance. However this being said it did have a small problem the recoil was enough to shatter the shoulder of any normal person having his bones lined with Titanium made the recoil feel lick a light punch.<br/><br/>Finally finished with his construction Jacob gave the woman one last look before making his was out of the living quarters and to the shooting range he had studied this ship's map when he found out he was to join it's crew so he knew where everything was. Some might think he was a organised person for doing this however he did it simply to avoid asking for directions after all he preferred to keep to himself.<br/><br/>After taking a few flights of stairs he was in the shooting range setting up it was an impressive range much better than anywhere else he had ever been too before. Targets moved up and he'd shoot them down they weren't that far however they didn't stay up long so this was more a test of reaction than how far he could shoot. Something one might see as unusual that one may point out was the fact that the scope of the rifle wasn't put into place.<br/><br/>Having lost an eye in a battle a few months back Jacob's eyes was replaced with a new Japanese instrument which was essentially a scope eye. Getting used to this he started to use actual scopes less and less relying more on his eye which he found to be more accurate.<br/><br/>Once out of practice ammo he decided taking a break would probably be a good idea, taking a seat he rested his rifle down rubbing his shoulder sure recoil didn't destroy his shoulder but it still bruised it pretty badly. "excuse me sir? is something the matter?" A sailor asked giving him a kind of concerned look which he returned by standing up, getting another clip of practice ammo and returning to firing. Being someone who enjoyed privacy He never liked chatting that being said he did care for people just in his own 'unique' way.