Backstory: He used to be just another tree-dwelling hoarder with an attitude problem—until he stumbled onto a cartel weapons drop tangled in his favorite oak. After gnawing through two crates of ammo, three radios, and one unlucky courier, the squirrel formerly known as “that noisy bastard” became Nutcase—a twitchy, tactically terrifying recon operative with zero chill and a 100% hit rate.
He doesn’t plan ambushes. He is the ambush. He doesn't store food—he stores violence.
Gear Loadout:
Custom short-barreled AR with acorn etching
Tactical vest loaded with grenades and shell casings
Satchel full of C4, cashews, and suppressed giggles
Tail doubles as camo. And a war flag.
Mission Specialty:
Tree-to-tree assassination routes
Perimeter disruption
Squirreling into places drones can’t reach
Catchphrases (if he gave a damn):
“Come and take these nuts.”
“Climb high. Shoot low.”
“Nuts to your orders.”
Psych Evaluation:
Dangerously intelligent
Psychotic… but in a useful way
Status: “Cleared for combat. Never cleared for meetings.”
