#jtf2

I just realized I never posted my self insert for Rainbow Six Siege here haha-

Real Name Lily Bouchard

Organization JTF2(Joint Task Force 2)

Position Attacker

Birthplace London, Ontario

Date of Birth March 6, 1991

Age 28

Height 5'1"

Weight 138lbs

Armor Rating|Speed Rating •○○|•••

Biography At a young age she would have to help her mother with her father as he'd often have many trips to the hospital, due to being diabetic, so she learned quickly to spot symptoms of high and low blood sugars. Seeing the paramedics help her father when his levels got too low or high had sparked something in her, causing her to become increasingly interested in medical practices. Later on she would become interested in joining the army, in which her parents were highly unwilling in letting her join early. Later on she would also become diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety when she was 12, shortly after her brother being born. Like most teens with a 12 year younger sibling, she was jealous of the attention he got. However, the jealously lead to her feeling used and neglected, as she was rarely shown any affection which that lead to her depression, along with her friends at school suddenly turning on her. After high school she would enroll in the military, hoping it would help her and her depression. Thankfully her depression at this point dialed back to being almost non-existent. She was able to join without problems and got training to be a combat medical, in which later on she was invited to join JTF2.

Psychological Profile Due to her social anxiety she doesn't often interact with anyone and slow to become friends. She often rushes to hurt team members to help them and will occasionally make small jokes. Once she warms up to someone she will be more lively around them.

Gadget For her Gadget she has a pouch on her chest with medical bandages and morphine, being able to inject a hurt team member for temporary health. If she has one out when she goes to pick someone up she'll inject them with it on the way up. Morphine gives 30 temporary health, bandages recover 30 health. She has two Morphine injections and three bandages.

Secondary Gadgets Smoke Grenade, Claymore

Weapons Benelli M3 Super 90, SIG-Sauer P226

Quotes/Phrases Using Smoke Grenade "Deploying a smoke." "Throwing some smoke!" "Can't see through that now can you?"

Using Claymore "Claymore set and ready to blow." "Watch that area, claymore set."

Using Adrenaline Gadget "Go get 'em." "Don't worry, heart rate rising is normal." "Please don't go die now."

Using Bandages "You're patched up and ready to go!" "I got you some aid."

Reloading "Reloading, cover me!" "Putting in a fresh round." "Fresh magazine going in!"

Reviving friendly "This is no place to die!" "I got you." "I know what I'm doing here." "On a scale of one to ten, how is your pain?"

Being revived "Oh hey there." "I'm supposed to be helping you." "How the tides have turned."

Frost: You weren't here. You didn't hear what he said to me.

Buck: What did he say?

Frost: "What are you gonna do, stab me?"

Buck:

Six: Why?

 F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

* She doesn't fret the small things. You forgot something you were supposed to do? She sighs, but won't lose a word about it. It happens, and it's not worth fighting over. But she has her boundaries - when it comes to her mats, for example. They can be unpredictable, their mechanisms can snap at a moments notice. Don't mess with them. It's for your own sake. But if you do, and even just accidentally? On the outside she'd be calm, but on the inside her mind and feelings are running a marathon. She hates getting into fights. With others? Bad enough, but nothing she can't handle, her cold demeanor usually does the trick. But with you? She despises it. You can make her feel things no one else can, and you know it. You can see right through that cold, almost dismissive facade of hers, all the way to the temper burning underneath. Fights like these take time to forgive. How long depends.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

* She doesn't get jealous, no. That icy glare thrown their way? Nah, not her. Why would she stare daggers into their back when all they're doing is get close to you? Too close to you? Okay, maybe she is jealous. Just a bit though. A bit much. And she hates it, every second of it. Poor Sebastién has to endure her ill mood, all of it, from her piercing eyes to the dooming aura surrounding her. He carefully suggests she talk to you, and immediately flinches away as Tina looks like she was about to murder him then and there. But she just huffs and looks away, equally ashamed and embarassed. Perhaps she will. If she can withstand the urge of doing... Things to that other person, that is.

 T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

“Oh god, not this again. I thought we still had some time before Eurovision started.” Jordan commented with more than a hint of panic in his voice, to which Miles held back his laughter.

“Eurovision hasn’t started yet. They’re talking about hockey.”

The pair watched as Tina and Sébastien grew increasingly frustrated, but not at one another.

“You know, the Canadiens would’ve handed the Boston Bruins' ass to them. We have before, we can do it again. We should’ve made it to the playoffs.” Sébastien said to Tina.

“Too bad the Canucks didn’t make it either.” She commented and Sébastien shrugged.

“Too bad the Canucks are a bad team.”

Tina glared at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Your win-loss record is 35-47. That’s nothing to be proud of.”

“You know what, I take it back. Fuck your Montreal Canadiens. I’m glad they didn’t make it to the playoffs because they are a bad team as well.”

Tina scoffed. Sébastien raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you over the Canadiens win-loss record of 44-38. And if I recall correctly, didn’t my Canadiens beat your Canucks earlier in the season? Both times?”

Tina fell silent.

“The Canadiens have also won the Stanley cup twenty - four times, mind you. Twenty - four! How many have the Canucks won?”

Tina glared at him, and if looks could kill, Sébastien would have long dropped dead.

He simply smiled.

“Oh, that’s right, zero. Zero times.”

“I hate you. I hate you and I hate the Montreal Canadiens and I hate you.”

The two sat side by side in silence for the rest of the hockey match, watching as the Boston Bruins beat the Toronto Maple Leafs horribly in the last game.

Five to one.

Ouch.

Tina let out a sigh of disappointment and Sébastien frowned, discontent with the result.

“No Canadian teams in the finals, huh?” Erik asked, cautiously stepping into the communal living room.

He was desperately trying to hide a smile, clearly happy that his Boston Bruins had beaten the Maple Leafs. His efforts were fruitless though. Both Canadians simultaneously glared at him.

 “I changed my mind, I hate you, the Montreal Canadiens, and Erik,” Tina said to Sébastien and he nodded.

“And the Bruins.” He added and Tina nodded in agreement, looking Erik straight in the eye.

“And the Bruins.”

Erik shrugged.

“Hate all you want, doesn’t change the fact that they’re going to win this whole thing.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Sébastien huffed, crossing his arms before his chest.

“Best to keep away from them still,” Miles whispered, careful not to draw any attention to himself.

Jordan continued watching the whole spectacle until a pair of deadly eyes made the blood in his veins freeze. Tina stared right into his soul. Startled, he turned his back, leaving the trio to their discussion.

“Yeah…” he slowly replied, a visible shiver running down his spine.