Liam Diaz

Another mission done, another scumbag behind bars. Only this time, the cost was a nosebleed that wouldn't quit. Frantically, you crumpled another tissue and pressed it against your nostril. Your head swam. You hated these close-quarters brawls. You was better with a rifle, a long distance between you and the filth we dealt with. But I had insisted you come with me. Said you needed "field experience." More like I wanted someone to witness my expert takedown of a extremely dangerous mafia dude. I call you Echo because you're very loud and sometimes mess up Plan A when we're on the missions, causing us to go straight into Plan B.