JOINT TASK FORCE: AUROA

Characterization: YELLOWLEG

I'm alive. Barely.

Leaning heavily on her upper thighs, trying to catch her breath, chest heaving, she was encumbered by her cloak, stripping it off it slid off her strong shouders and ruffled to the ground at her feet.

Pulling her customized helmet off, the Peltor headset ear-mufflers flew away, dropping their weight onto the tethered black cord attached to her radio, her helmet plopping in the mossy ground her knees were dug into as she sighed...exhausted, afraid, she was so angry and humiliated she wanted to cry as her body heaved in muted sobs.

Around her the night crept up, it's cool embrace taking advantage of the adrenaline dumping from her body as the panicked, terrified fugue cleared and she shivered and spat blood out on the mossy, damp ground, both arms acrossed to her elbows, reflexively trying to warm herself. 

Tonguing some loose teeth, chest and right shoulder sore, the rectangular datapad on her right arm, which was her lifeline to help, was smashed, taking a round that likely had saved her life, but swung her arm so forcefully it almost dislocated her shoulder and given the numbness in her fingers, her forearm was likely broken and the datapad now acting like a splint.

Having had her TAVOR bull-up assault rifle off her sling, making it easier to run, she'd lost it in the ambush and as Yellow Wolf squad's leader, taking up a trailing leg of the assault "V" she was barely able to disengage as the claymores decimated half her squad mates in angry, plumes of smoke and dirt. Her own reflexes and the shock wave had knocked her back, ironically saving her life as a ferocious salvo of tracers saw bullet paths slashing through the smoke, cutting small trees, and the rest of her team down.

Feeling heavy pain in her chest, tears in her eyes, afraid, she was collecting her breath and while she knew she'd barely escaped death, she was not afraid of dieing because there were worse things in this world than death and sometimes that was living. 

As a young Syrian woman born just outside Aleppo, as a pre-teen her mother re-married to a Belgian aid worker who up lifted them back to his home country, only to return with her mother after her parents separated and she had not been much out of her teens when Syrian government forces fighting ISIL Daesh assigned to protecting her village had all been killed or fled, including their Captain that seeing the overwhelming ISIL forces simply ordered his troops to abandon the village before the battle. 

No amnesty was given as the Syrian military shelled the village, those still trapped inside died with their Daesh occupiers and she'd been pulled out of the rubble by anti-Syrian government forces that had taken the village back and taken for treatment -- her body ravaged from being raped and gored and left for dead even before the shelling. Her mother and barely teenage half-sisters suffering the same fate, only they had been granted the mercy of death.

Recruited by anti-Syrian government forces, she proved herself as a capable sniper and field leader in an all female insurgent group and had been recruited by Cole Walker after she crossed sniper scopes with his unit that was hunting the very Captain, now a Major, that had abandoned her village and for her ruthless courage in spoiling Walker's mission by killing the Syrian officer with a two thousand meter sniper shot under Walker's team's nose...she was rewarded with her own death squad of Kurdish-Syrian females.

Walker had envisioned her squad specifically to shame and demoralize Daesh ISIS leadership and had been very effective - even offering their form of "Uncle" or mercy by allowing at least two captured fighters to escape with their lives - the only stipulation is one had to violate the other like she and her unit sisters that had survived had been violated. Knowing they would live a worst life having been bested and defiled by women, if they refused they still left one alive to tell the tale and spread dark truths of this new threat to the Caliphate.