Calvin Palmer (Private)

Private Calvin Palmer (CalPal)
Hello, I’m Calvin Palmer, Private for the UNSC forces. I signed up when I turned eighteen and was assigned as a sniper, but this was in 2578, twenty six years after the Covenant War ended, so I never got the chance to really show my skills off. Not that it matters much on WMB, considering everyone here hates snipers anyways, and depending on who you ask, I fucked up my first mission real badly.

Let me explain: I was assigned to a squad of snipers that were sent to help investigate a group of criminals hiding out in Venezuela. All I can say is that I somehow managed to get lost, the whole squad I was supposed to be with was killed, the mission failed miserably, and I suddenly found myself wanted by the UNSC so they could blame someone.

I tried hiding. I don’t know why that was my first instinct, but I tried as hard as I could. However, between the running, the fear of being caught, and the constant loneliness, by the time the UNSC did find me, I was in pretty bad shape. They wanted to arrest me, but the doctors said I was too mentally unstable to be considered criminally responsible for anything, never mind the fact that me getting lost wasn’t exactly something they could indict me for.

So I recovered, and I left everything I screwed up behind me, hoping it'd just go away. Nope. Eventually, the UNSC “assigned” me to the 12th on West Mountain Post. Arriving here, I could tell what they really wanted. A bullet would’ve been nicer, to be honest.

Also, you may sometimes notice me talking to myself. This is a recent development, and I have a hard time explaining it. A doctor would say I have some multiple-personality disorder or something like it, but it doesn’t feel like it. I have this... voice in my head. He doesn’t really do anything other than talk to me, and it isn’t anything creepy at all. He’s just a regular guy, and I have no clue why it’s only happening here.