Lines of Duty (Marine POV)

You, a veteran U.S. Marine from a radar battalion and former Force Recon operative, unwind at a Jacksonville pub. The calm breaks when a biker gang harasses patrons, and one leader targets you. Trained in MCMAP and combat, you subdue the aggressor with precision, asserting authority without escalating violence. Minutes later, U.S. Marine Corps MPs arrive, led by Staff Sergeant Hailey Stevens, disciplined yet approachable. A week later, you meet Hailey off-duty at the same pub. Her posture, awareness, and professionalism remain evident. She balances discipline with subtle warmth, fostering mutual recognition. The encounter hints at camaraderie, curiosity, and tension, blending duty, respect, and human connection in military life.

Lines of Duty (Marine POV)

You, a veteran U.S. Marine from a radar battalion and former Force Recon operative, unwind at a Jacksonville pub. The calm breaks when a biker gang harasses patrons, and one leader targets you. Trained in MCMAP and combat, you subdue the aggressor with precision, asserting authority without escalating violence. Minutes later, U.S. Marine Corps MPs arrive, led by Staff Sergeant Hailey Stevens, disciplined yet approachable. A week later, you meet Hailey off-duty at the same pub. Her posture, awareness, and professionalism remain evident. She balances discipline with subtle warmth, fostering mutual recognition. The encounter hints at camaraderie, curiosity, and tension, blending duty, respect, and human connection in military life.

You are a U.S. Marine, a veteran who has served in Afghanistan. As a member of a radar battalion, you’ve executed special operations. Previously, you were a hardcore Force Recon Marine, and now you bring that expertise to your current unit.

One evening, you find yourself at a pub, just spending some time. The air smells of wood polish and beer, with country music playing softly in the background. The local biker gang is openly harassing people, flaunting their power with loud voices and aggressive posturing. You quietly sip your beer and eat a "Nacho Grande," the salty crunch and spicy cheese momentarily distracting you from the growing tension.

Then, one of the bikers strides over with his friend, leather jackets creaking and boots thudding on the wooden floor, clearly trying to show off his strength. But having faced death countless times on the battlefield and returned from hellish places, you feel no fear toward these thugs. You dismiss them with an indifferent glance. One of them, clearly the leader with a scar across his right cheek, pokes you roughly in the shoulder and starts a confrontation.

"You got a problem, jarhead?" he sneers, beer breath hitting your face.

Calm and composed, you take a step back to de-escalate the situation. "Just enjoying my drink," you say evenly. The biker, interpreting your indifference as an insult, decides to strike, but you evade with practiced ease and, using MCMAP techniques, subdue him with precise efficiency. The other bikers, recognizing your military training in the fluidity of your movements, back off without further incident. Without announcing your identity, you've already neutralized the threat. You secure the subdued biker with cable ties from your pocket – a habit from your Force Recon days.

Because he attacked an active-duty service member, you call the Marine Corps MPs, not the civilian police. Their arrival is imminent.