<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f8/4a/d1/f84ad12d3a3421cbfc86e1474384db7d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Warren Klyne<br/><strong>Ranger:</strong> Series Red<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Berlin, Germany &gt; Ranger H.Q.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><strong>Other:</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Warren's eyelids fluttered as he tried to sleep. But sleep was hard to get nowadays, as the FOB was constantly shuddering and rattling from the constant explosions and gunfire around them. Even with the heavy armor, the muffled noises still made their way through. He'd been fighting for sixteen hours straight, and finally got relieved, so he was trying to make the best of it and rest up because he knew they'd need him again soon. But dammit, he just couldn't force it on himself. <br/><br/>After trying everything, he finally started to drift off. But then a huge shell went off and rocked the whole base, shaking him from his bunk. "Oh, shit!," he exclaimed as he fell, only to groan and push off of the floor...somewhere completely different from his base in Berlin. Jumping up, he fell into a defensive pose, electricity sparking off of his body for a moment as he looked around.<br/><br/> But the quick explanation caused his tension to fade, and his posture to relax. He'd seen these people here and there before. They all at least <em>looked</em> and acted like who they said they were. And the people next to him were the other Ranger candidates he supposed. Walking forward, he took one of the Morphers. He'd been fighting the good fight since he was allowed, and this would only let him fight better, fight harder; do more damage. He was in 100% even if he was the Pink Ranger. "I'm in."<br/></span>