Private First Class John Davis loved his job and he was damn good at it. The Marine Force Reconnaissane Battalion had many things that kept him interested. First and foremost, there were the missions on the books. Fighting at the front lines was rough, but the prestige for it was unmatched. He had served in Irag and Afghanistan on the books, serving in the front against the insurgents that massed against them. In those times, his M240 was his best friend, being the thing that helped him keep himself and his friends alive.<br/><br/>"Soda", a moniker he owned for the fact that he consumed gallons of it on long missions, especially loved the Black missions. Black missions meant that they weren't officially on the books, that they would have to make sure they didn't get caught. Plausible deniability was the name of the game and he always rememberd that, sure to keep his pistol loaded with at least one round. If the enemy ever overran his position, he would kill himself before being captured.<br/><br/>When he was grabbed, his was in Eastern Europe. A group named Power Hand had become powerful and the American government wanted to start chipping at the influence that they had. John's unit in particular was to go after their enforcer/ head assassin, a woman only known as Dominika. They were to assault the compound she was believed to be in and bring her in, alive hopefully but dead was not an issue either. The defenses they had set up were better than anticipated, but rudimentary at best. Picking up his gun, he started to fire a spray into the defenses before the flash of light.<br/><br/>Waking up in freefall, he tried to look around. This didn't make sense, he was just in combat. Something was on his chest and it was beepign rapidly. Did the enemy manage to knock him out and throw him out of a plane? The thing on his chest started to beep louder and he got worried it was a bomb. Watching the ground get closer and closer, he shut his eyes, then felt the tell tale jerk of a parachute being deployed. Shutting his eyes,  he immediately pulled the parachute off, shaking his head as he walked through the trees. Checking, he found both his rifle and his pistol. Looking around, he heard another voice, a female. Moving carefully towards her, he lifted his rifle, walking towards the source of the voice.