#dispatch verse.

Born the daughter of a French scientist whose classified research is widely believed to be the source of her unique abilities, Aditi was relocated from Marseille to Los Angeles for SDN evaluation and recruitment. Showing remarkable aptitude, she was assigned to a top-tier SDN Strike Unit, where she specialized in stealth insertion and extraction operations. Her precision and calm under pressure earned her consistently high mission success rates, particularly in low-visibility and high-risk scenarios. During a Red Ring operation, compromised by faulty intelligence and internal betrayal, she still managed to find their target. Determining that continued engagement would result in total loss, she prioritized their extraction and executed an emergency withdrawal out of fear. The rest of the unit and the target ended up not surviving. She sustained permanent respiratory damage during exfiltration, resulting in long-term dependence on a respirator. Officially, her actions were classified as abandonment of duty, and she was dishonorably discharged, barred from standard SDN deployment. For the next two years, she lived in Los Angeles under medical restriction, working as an substitute elementary school teacher. During this time, she maintained a low profile while recovering physically and psychologically. She later approached Blonde Blazer on her own to request conditional redeployment. She was approved to mentor Phoenix Program members under an auxiliary part-time contract, despite her expressed doubts about working alongside reformed villains. Her motivation is clear: to make amends and contribute where her unique skills can have meaningful impact and take revenge on those who killed her former unit.

she did not become a hero, too terrified of the violence. she doesn’t KNOW that it was one of shroud’s guys who killed her mother, she didn’t know WHO it was. instead, grace becomes a dispatcher at the sdn for a small team. one day, she’s told to investigate a hotel where one of her heroes seemingly disappeared and she was subsequently kidnapped.

Normally Bloodhound is not one to touch without asking first but this matter is one of life and death. A gloved hand curls around her arm, stopping her from reaching for the door. "I know all appears quiet but you must remember that my senses are sharper than yours." Their voice is sharp and metallic as their respirator acts as a sort of voice filter and breathing device all in one. "The doors is rigged to blow. I can smell the explosives." They don't mean to insult her but it is true, their sense of sight, smell and hearing is the sharpest amongst their team due to their alien heritage. "I can smell more explosives near the windows as well. I suggest we go in through the skylight instead."

          " i won't work for ya, " ghost asserts. " ain't no hero. " a firm stance he possesses on the matter. simon would narrow his eyes if he could. trusting women is not something he's good at. " i want you t' understand that. " a cockroach crawls, lost, from out of his sleeve. a crooked finger uncurls to redirect it back inside. a moment of consideration, his hollow sockets watch her. then, he says, " but i will help ya. free'a charge, o'course. "