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WARNING: This document, Grant Wallace, is property of the UNSC and is Classified [NOVEMBER BLACK], protected under Office of Naval Intelligence Security Protocol 1A. Disclosure of its contents to, or access or alteration by, personnel with a clearance level lower than GAMMA THREE is an offense punishable by court(s) martial and imprisonment or execution for treasonous acts. Failure to disclose confirmed or suspected breaches of security will be treated as complicity, and is punishable by dishonourable discharge and/or imprisonment. Lieutenant Commander Michael Pomare, Office of Naval Intelligence, UNSCDF Navy
Sergeant Grant Wallace is a veteran - there is no other word to describe him. He has seen combat at pretty much every major theatre up until 2550 - Harvest, the fall of the Outer Colonies, and a dozen other campaigns. He has extensive experience with various secretive special warfare programs, certainly enough to know that anyone who trusts ONI is an idiot - this attitude has seen him staying at the rank of Sergeant, with few eager to promote such a vehement anti-ONI person to an officer. Wallace doesn't care - he prefers to lead his squad personally, with an MA5B in his hands and the ground beneath his boots.
"From what I heard, his family owned a publishing and distribution company. They were pretty well off, and even got a few contracts from the military for training documentation. So the fact that he ran away from all that and enlisted tells you something about his attitude towards money."
"The guy's friggin' insane! I get a plasma grenade tossed my way, and I duck down. next thing I know, Wallace's picked up a cooking mit lying on the ground, grabbed it, and tossed the mit and grenade right back - and then he chews me out for not returning fire. I mean, what the hell!"