#yeaaah I love Sparrow so much

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HANNAH "SPARROW" CLAYTON🐦🏔️🛠️

Name: Hannah Clayton

Nationality: British🇬🇧/Swiss🇨🇭

Age: 30

Date of birth: January 23 1994 - Hull (UK)

Residence: Zermatt (Switzerland)

Affiliation: Swiss Armed Forces/Taskforce 141

Rank: Sergeant Major

Call sign(s): Sparrow / Bravo 7-2 / Kilo 4

Occupation: mechanical engineer and demolitions expert

Faceclaim: Fury (Ghost Recon break point)

Height: 1'85m/ 6.1ft

Weight: 90kg/198.4lb

Blood Type: O-

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Languages: Italian🇮🇹 (native), English🇬🇧 (Native) German🇩🇪 (native), Arabic🇲🇦, Russian 🇷🇺, Nepalese🇳🇵.

BODY REFERENCE:

DESIGN REFERENCES:

MILITARY PERSONNEL FILE:

FAMILY:

James Clayton (Father) *alive*

Monika Müller (Mother) *alive*

Nathan Clayton (big brother) *alive*

Connor Clayton (little brother) *alive*

Elisabeth Clayton (little sister) *alive*

Dorian Clayton (nephew - Nathan) *alive*

Eric Clayton (nephew - Nathan) *alive*

Anna Clayton (niece - Nathan) *alive*

Amara Thompson (Girlfriend) *alive*

AFFILIATIONS:

Kommando Spezialkräfte (Swiss Armed Forces):

Captain Elijah Bubber

Lieutenant Hans Widmer

Staff Sergeant Urs Zimmerman

Lieutenant Ruth Fischer

Private Martin Gruber

141 members:

Captain John Price (Bravo 0-6)

Kate Laswell

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley (Bravo 0-7)

John "Soap" MacTavish (Bravo 7-1)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick (Bravo 6-2)

Annabelle "kit" Pham (Shadow company later) (@applbottmjeens )

Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin (@sleepyconfusedpotato )

Los Vaqueros (Mexican Special Forces):

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Alyssa Martinez (@alypink )

Second Commando Regiment (@kaitaiga):

Captain Lachlan Jones

Sergeant Damien Whitlock

Para Special Forces (@welldonekhushi):

Captain Arjun Dhingra

Lieutenant Yurvaj

LIeutenant Aditya

Warriors Task Force ( @islandtarochips):

General Alan Kalani

Captain Kanoa Toa

First Sergeant Tiala "Shark" Toa

Sergeant Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison

Sergeant Agnes "Blast" Falagi

Shadow Company:

Annabelle "kit" Pham (@applbottmjeens )

PERSONALITY:

Sparrow is a woman who at first glance can be intimidating when she is alone. But under that shell you find a person full of smiles and laughter. Her good humor and optimism can lighten the most difficult situations. There will always be a small comment or joke on her part, always with the intention of encouraging her teammates.

Sparrow is loyal to her teammates and friends, she is capable of risking her own life in order to protect them, sometimes she will even disobey orders for the good of the team. It's not uncommon to see Sparrow put her loved ones ahead of herself in many situations.

Although Hannah is a person who can light up a dark room with her smile, she can become very suspicious of strangers. She usually leans a lot on her intuition that almost never fails.

Sparrow is hard to anger, yet she can become very temperamental when she sees something that isn't fair. When her anger fills her veins she can become aggressive and strike with all her might without warning. Not caring who she may be hitting.

BIOGRAPHY:

Born in Kingston Upon Hull in England but raised in Zermatt, a small town located in the Swiss Alps. She comes from a large family, raised by a British father and a Swiss mother, being the second oldest of four siblings. Her father was a tank mechanic when he served in the army, so Hannah learned a lot about how to fix all kinds of engines and vehicles. She grew up climbing the Alps with her father and older brother, creating a great passion for high altitude and extreme climbing. Sparrow climbed the fourteen highest peaks in the world together with her brother. Unfortunately Sparrow didn't make it, because on the last mountain (K2) she suffered an accident, saving her brother from falling while climbing, the ice broke due to an avalanche, and she was lost on the mountain for days until a rescue team found her full of cuts and wounds from the ice and stones. When she was transferred to the nearest hospital, she made her brother swear that he would finish climbing that damn mountain for her.

SKILLS:

Expert in all types of engines and ground vehicles.

Expert in demolitions and electrical systems.

Expert in extreme high-altitude climbing.

Sparrow can adapt to any situation but there is no better assault soldier than her.

COMBAT:

Sparrow's close combat style is aggressive yet agile. Her style focuses on boxing and Mixed Martial Arts. Her strength is concentrated in her fists, so it is not surprising that her knife of choice is a pair of Punch Knives.

TRIVIA:

Sparrow along with her brother Nathan, they hold the historical record of climbing the fourteen highest mountains in the world in less than six months. Although sadly Sparrow did not manage to complete the last mountain.

Although Sparrow denies it, since the accident she has a certain fear of returning to K2. A cold sweat runs down her back just thinking about it. But it's a fear she's determined to face.

Sparrow is especially fond of her motorcycle, which she bought with money saved from her first job at age 18. This is a Kawasaki ninja zx-10r.

Sparrow's father gave her his prized car, a 1970s HEMI Cuda. Sparrow continues to fight to make that car work again as well as it did fifty years ago. In fact, she made a bet with her brother Connor, he thinks she won't get it fixed.

When Sparrow is out of service, she has a small car workshop in Zermatt, where she is dedicated to fixing the vehicles of the neighbors.

Sparrow's nickname comes from her incredible ability to whistle. She's capable of imitating almost all bird songs. More than once Sparrow has managed to get a bird to perch on her hand just by whistling.

MOODBOARD:

[caffeinated-artist]

Crimson Day:

The tower was brimming with a crimson hue. Rose petals raining from above, given the wreaths and strings that had been lined with the apple red cluster.

It was Adsila's first experience.

 Crimson Day. A time to celebrate friendship, togetherness, and Love. If one had been fortunate enough to find it. 

"Ah! Guardian!" Shaxx called, "How nice to see you." 

"Hey Shaxx," Adsila responds, only to realize she had been holding a breath, "So, this is Crimson Day?" 

"Yes," Lord Shaxx had a voice that simply resonates within you. A sound thunder, yet somehow, it ensued a calming effect. "This is the first for you, is it not?" The titan queried. 

"Yeah," The corners of her lips curve, in slight. "It's beautiful." 

"Hmm?" 

"The decorations." Adsila had never seen anything like it. The vibrancy, the seldom warmth, even with the shift in fronts, as the seasons were slowly changing. 

It felt as though she were in an entirely different world.

She recalled the locals and fellow Guardians exchanging their excitement about the Dawning. Although, she hadn't the chance to witness it.

If it were anything like the Crimson Day Celebration, she could only imagine the beauty that surrounded the tower, during that time, nor could she blame their enthusiasm. If anything, It's to be admired. 

"Come to the exchange, tonight." Shaxx encourages, "It'll be a grand experience!" 

Adsila couldn't help but smile, given Lord Shaxx's gesture. He had always been one to welcome new and old Guardians with open arms. His personality was simply one that no one could ignore. His voice held certain confidence and he was never shy when it came to events.

. . . . .

Entering the hangar, she'd scan the area, in search of a certain someone. 

Only to find that the area had been vacant, "Looking for Cayde?" Holliday's inquiry snatches the Guardian's attention, "He ain't here. Left about 5 minutes ago." She proceeds, yanking the stained-ridden cloth from her back pocket, as she'd wipe the oils from her current project onto the rag. "Said somethin' about a nice surprise." 

"I don't even want to know." Adsila begins, rubbing her forefinger and thumb along the bridge of her nose. "Are you coming to the exchange?"

"Thought about it," Amanda grunts, removing a piece from the Jubilanos Sparrow, before tossing it aside. "these Sparrows aren't going to put themselves back together." 

That was Amanda for you. 

While she enjoyed the thought of Celebrating, she was never one to partake in it, herself. Always convinced that she had little time to enjoy it, or she'd throw her job into the mix,  "I can think of a few people who'd like to see you there." 

As though she were convinced by Adsila's statement, she flashes the woman a mere grin, "I'll see what I can do." 

. . . . .

Given Holliday's previous statement, there was no telling where the Hunter may have run off to. Adsila had a few short guesses, but she had been aware that there was little time to search the Tower. 

The only thing left to do is to wait. 

. . . . .

The Crimson gift Exchange arrives and the pressure against Adsila's chest expels the air from her lungs, "Welcome, to all Guardians. New and Old."  Zavala's greeting earns him a wave of galvanic cheer. "Today, we are here for the celebration. To exchange gifts with those we consider friends, to express the bond, the connection we harness within. To express gratitude, for those who have always been there for us. Whether it is a friend, a lover, or maybe even an acquaintance, who expressed an act of kindness. Now, enjoy."

The tables were filled with a variety of exquisite meals and desserts, an assortment of colors. 

The delicious aroma, filling Adsila's senses. That is until her attention is drawn elsewhere, "What's this? Partyin' without me?" 

It was the one voice that she'd never mistaken. Hesitant in her gaze, she notes the familiar Exo front of her, "It wouldn't be a party without me now, would it?"

A squeeze in her chest ignites a stress signal within her gut, similar to that of butterflies. His cerulean optics analyzing her, "Cayde." Her stale greeting earns the Guardian an odd expression, "Merry--Happy Crimsmon Day." 

Shit. 

Adsila cursed herself, silently. 

"Yeaaah... You too." Cayde's response, left Adsila dumbfounded, at a loss for words. 

That's it? 

Or maybe, It was just her. 

A simple wave in the opposite direction, as Cayde excuses himself, ensued a sharp pain within, a lingering doubt.

On any other given day, the two of them could converse without a shred of discomfort or awkward silences, even if she'd fumbled with her words. 

But today, was different.

And even though she had been aware of that, she couldn't quite comprehend the reason why. 

. . . . .

What had been a few minutes, seemed more like an eternity, as Adsila's eyes followed Cayde-6 around the room. Witnessing his freewheeling personality toward fellow Guardians, as well as the locals who chose to attend. He had a knack for drawing a crowd. Whether it was for the right reasons or the wrong ones. 

"What are you doing over here? The party's on the floor." Holliday's voice flutters into her ears. 

"I'm just--" 

"Making up excuses?" Amanda interrupts, allowing a brief silence to settle between. "Get out there, mingle! Live a little." 

Adsila scoffs, "I'm pretty sure I'm living a little, each day we're out there on the field." 

She'd roll her eyes, in response to the Guardian's declaration, "This isn't a mission or a patrol. This is a celebration. One that doesn't happen very often and if you continue to mope against the wall, you're going to miss out."

It was unusual for Holliday to encourage this type of thing. While she was more than happy to tell someone to 'have fun', she never truly showed an interest in these situations, or that of the sort, "Get out there, have fun." 

Perhaps, that was the pep talk she needed. 

Amanda's words lift the weight against her chest, instilling certain confidence within. She was right. This wasn't the time to be moping around and feeling sorry for oneself. Holidays are meant to be celebrated and Adsila didn't want to spend her entire evening, sulking.

As the evening progressed, the energy within the room, escalated. 

Between dancing, drinks, and conversation. Adsila had little time to think about the Hunter. Her focus on the music that encouraged the sway of her hips. Although, she was aware that she had no rhythm. 

No one cared or no one paid attention. They were simply enjoying the time of their lives. 

The music shifts. A slow tempo, a dulcet melody. Encouraging Guardians and Locals alike, to pair up with that special someone, or someone in general.

 However, the moment she brushes against the silhouette, an apology slips from her tongue, "Tell me that you weren't just thinking about passing up the time of your life." His sarcastic inquiry elicits a slight chuckle from the girl's throat. 

"That depen--" The words, caught in her throat, the second her gaze is met with arctic blue orbs, she swallows,  "Cayde." His name falls between her lips, similar to that of a mere sigh. 

With his hand extended in her direction, the pounding against her ribcage, drowning out the commotion that surrounds them.

She had been far from hesitant in accepting his invitation.

Her small hand, in comparison to his large one, only promoted the solid thumping against her chest. Although, the air was clear, calming. 

Cayde had been aware of Adsila's two-left feet, so-to-speak.

His hand against the small of her back, as he'd shift their palms, compressing her being against that, of his own, "Follow my lead, Addy." The orange hue flickering in the corner of her eye, nearly halts her beating heart. 

He was much closer than she presumed.

 Perhaps, a little too close. 

He steps forward, taking the lead, and Adsila follows, entrusting her body to the man towering above. She felt safe, warm.

She couldn't possibly imagine a moment better, than this one. She didn't think she'd ever feel these arms around her. Holding her, guiding her. 

It was usually his voice, on the opposite end of the radio.

But this, this was different. 

As the gentle symphony comes to an end, the crowd gives a round of applause, and merry cheer, "And now," Ikora speaks. "we will begin the exchange."

This was the moment that everyone had been waiting for, to receive their gifts from that special someone. 

"Happy Crimson Day, Adsila." His mellifluous tone sends a pleasant current down the woman's spine. 

"Happy Crimson Day, Cayde."

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