War is the most common thing everywhere. From the reaches of space-time to the own cells in your body, everything is at war. And while some people stay protected and safe, *we* make sure that protection is strong. "We" are Dolus' very own militia, the people that fight the wars other people are too afraid to fight in. We're the ones with nothing to lose, the ones who have decided that our powers are better combined. 

Now, there's different levels of military here. There's the normal military, you know, ground soldiers and such for big wars. Marine officers for aquatic fights and aerial officers for missions in the atmosphere. But those are the grunt workers, the physically strong ones. There are intel workers, who are normally pretty smart, and leaders. Rankings are probably quite similar to your own military. Private, lieutenant, sergeant, and captain. Quite simple, I'd say. And every one is different.

To make a quite long story short, I had never met anyone at all like "Wolf." To make a long story quite long... Well, we shall start here, shall we? Sergeant Ulv "Wolf" Aavland. An amazing leader, a great weapons maker, and the best personality ever all in one pretty big man. Six feet, two inches to be exact. He's built like a damn wall, too. It's quite funny to see how he blue-screens whenever I rest my chin on his head. Probably not used to people being tall enough to do that. He's twenty-six years of age. Only four years above me, yet somehow has the loveliness and energy of a child. I look like a damn corpse compared to him.

He normally wears a mask and a helmet and the such- as do I. But lord, he's pretty without them. I've only seen him without it once, and it was on accident. I don't think he likes to show his face, so I don't try to make him. Strong, defined chin, thick neck, those nervous gray eyes, his HAIR. God, his hair. A black, stylish, messy, manbun with his signature stripes of white hair on the sides. He's literally a gift from heaven. I could definitely go on. You know what, I think I will go on. His eyes are the shade you think of when you think of dusty gray, and one is just slightly lighter than the other. And he has the most beautifully deep voice, one that shows every single emotion he's feeling in each softly uttered syllable. He's like looking into a perfect night sky and seeing the constellation you were just made to see. I definitely will not be able to focus on the next mission, if he's anywhere near me. 

My name is Alex Ambrose, but I'm now being called "Coyote." Seems to be a nickname? Not exactly sure. All I know is that I've been waiting for this, no, TRAINING for this since I was a preteen. And now, at 22, I've been placed as a sergeant in the best military force Dolus has to offer- the special task team. Known as DSF, or Dolus Special Forces, we're made for carrying out smaller missions. Truth be told, it doesn't take very long to get used to a nickname. Took me about a week. I think I got mine from my teeth. Maybe my tone? I need to ask Wolf, he's the one who gave it to me. Wolf's the only one so far who's seen my face as well. Seen my teeth. He definitely knows me the best. 

I do quite like my new name. It's close to Wolf's. Coyote and Wolf. Such a good duo. And we work oh so well together. He's got stealth, great aim, amazing hearing, and the best leadership skills. He should be captain. I've got my silence, my quick shooting, sharp eyes, and... I can follow orders well, I suppose. It could definitely be better than what it is. There are always a few comments made on that.