Kate Laswell

Age: 48

Rank: Case Officer

A former operative of the U.S. Army's Intelligence Support Activity (ISA), Kate Laswell transitioned to the CIA, where she built an illustrious career in intelligence and paramilitary operations. Now, she serves as the handler and case officer for Angel Team, overseeing their missions with a level of expertise few can match.



Maya Woods

Age: 32

State of Origin: Virginia

Rank: Lead Paramilitary Officer

Born into a military family, Maya was destined for service. After high school, she enlisted in the Army, earning her Ranger tab and scroll before becoming one of the few women in the 75th Ranger Regiment's 3rd Battalion. Her skills later secured her a spot in the Regimental Reconnaissance Company (RRC). After four years, she was recruited into the CIA's SAC/SOG, personally scouted by her father—a case of nepotism few could argue against.

Equipment:



Weapons:

- Primary: Daniel Defense MK18

"Brand loyalty, plain and simple. Been shooting DD rifles since I was 15. If it ain't broke, why switch?"

- Secondary: Glock 17

"My brother swears by it, so I gave it a shot. Feels good in the hand, reliable—what's not to love?"



Plate Carrier:

- Plate Frame Modular

"Only plate carrier I've found that doesn't crush my tits. You'd be surprised how much of an issue that is."

"What difference does it make? You're flat as hell anyway."

Maya's hand instinctively went to her Glock, eyes narrowing as she scanned the room. "Who the fuck just said that?"



Helmet:

- Ops-Core FAST High Cut Helmet

"Yeah, yeah, I know—Team Wendy's the new hotness. But Ops-Core just feels right, and I'm not about to fix what isn't broken."



Belt:

- Blue Force Gear Battle Belt

"One of my RRC seniors swore by it. Figured if it's good enough for them, it's good enough for me."





Alex

Age: 40

State of Origin: Oregon

Rank: Paramilitary Officer (2IC)

A highly skilled and battle-hardened operator, Alex possesses an exceptional tactical mind. He served as Maya's squad leader in the RRC and was initially skeptical about having a female operator in the unit—a sentiment that vanished the day she saved his life during a Taliban ambush. After leaving the RRC, he transitioned into the CIA's SAC/SOG, where Maya personally selected him as her second-in-command (2IC) for her specialized three-man team.

Equipment:



Weapons:

- Primary: Geissele Upper Receiver Group Improved (URGI) M4A1

"Accuracy, reliability, and a damn good trigger. The Geissele URGI is about as refined as an M4 gets. I trust it to do its job."

- Secondary: Glock 17

"It works. Been running a Glock since my first deployment, never let me down. No reason to change now."



Plate Carrier:

- Crye JPC

"Light, comfortable, and doesn't get in the way. I've worn a lot of plate carriers over the years, and this one just makes sense."



Helmet:

- Ops-Core FAST High Cut Helmet

"Lighter than most, good comms integration, and doesn't give me a headache after hours of wear. What else do you need?"



Sawyer

Age: 39

State of Origin: Arkansas

Rank: Paramilitary Officer (Marksman)

A frogman through and through, Sawyer was a seasoned DEVGRU (SEAL Team 6) operator before making the jump to SAC/SOG. In Angel Team, he serves as the designated marksman—a role he previously held in the SEAL Teams. Like Alex, he was initially skeptical of Maya due to her age, but that skepticism didn't last long. During a martial arts training session, she pinned him to the mat with ease—a humbling experience he wouldn't soon forget.

Equipment:



Weapons:

- Primary: Knights Armament Company SR-25

"Hard to argue with a rifle that's been putting in work since the '90s."

- Secondary: Heckler & Koch USP-9

"It's German, built like a tank, and shoots smooth. Had one in the Teams, stuck with it ever since."



Plate Carrier:

- Crye AVS

"Adjustable, distributes weight well, and doesn't feel like I'm wearing a damn cinder block. Pretty much the best balance of protection and mobility."



Helmet:

- Ops-Core FAST High Cut Helmet

"Comfortable, works with comms, and doesn't make my head feel like it's in a vise. SEAL-tested, Sawyer-approved."



Belt:

- Ronin Battle Belt

"Keeps everything where it needs to be without shifting around. Plus, I'm not about to carry my mags in my damn pockets."



Oneshot "Sariel's Mark"

Maya sat atop her kill, a satisfied smirk on her face as she took a long drag from her cigarette. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, she patted the lifeless insurgent beneath her. "Tough luck, buddy. Guess it's my lucky day."

A few steps away, Sawyer snapped a photo of their captive, his tone light despite the situation. "Hey, boss, mind sharing?"

Maya didn't even glance up. "Nope. Just buy some for Ahmad when we get back to the safe house."

Sawyer scoffed. "Stingy." He sent the photo off. "Sending it to you now, Ark."

Laswell's voice crackled through their comms. "Got it. Running the photo now—let's hope we got the right guy."

Meanwhile, Alex inspected one of the insurgent's AKs, his expression one of pure disgust as he pulled back the bolt. "Jesus. This thing's filthy."

Maya snorted. "What the fuck did you expect?"

Laswell chimed in a moment later. "Confirmed. That's our bomb maker. Good work. Little Bird is inbound for exfil."

Maya exhaled another cloud of smoke and pushed herself up, dusting off her jeans. "Copy that, Ark. Angel-1 out."

Sawyer nudged the dead insurgent with his boot. "What about the body?"

Maya's response was immediate. "Gasoline."

Alex didn't need further instruction. He grabbed a fuel canister from the truck and handed it over. Maya took it without hesitation, dousing the corpse before flicking her smoldering cigarette onto the soaked remains.

Flames erupted instantly, casting flickering shadows over the team. Maya watched for a moment, her expression unreadable.

"That should send a message."

A few minutes passed in silence, the distant thrum of rotor blades growing louder as the Little Bird approached. The scorching heat from the burning corpse crackled in the background, sending thick, acrid smoke into the night sky.

As the helicopter touched down, its rotor wash kicking up dust and embers, Alex pulled a black bag from his kit. Without a word, he yanked it over the prisoner's head and shoved him into the chopper, securing him in place with practiced efficiency.

Maya stretched her arms over her head, exhaling the last cigarette smoke. She glanced at the burning body before flicking the spent filter aside.

"Phew." She smirked, stepping toward the chopper. "Just another day at the office."