Our trade is death and we are the best craftsmen. We are precise, swift, and lethal in equal measure. We are intelligent and resourceful. We make the Battlefield and everyone on it our bitch. When your so deep in shit for so long that it starts to smell like roses, we are the ones that pull you out. We are the plan B, that "just in case", the miracle that everyone needs. We are The Battlefield Contingency Corps. As prestigious as we may be, we're not arrogant so please ( If you sum up to everything we excel in) enlist. Be apart of a commitment to not be stupid on Op. Metro and stack up on the far right stairs that leads to the bravo objective while getting hammered from the locker rooms, but instead learn to not be an idiot and flank. If you think this way, then I implore you to sign up now! There's no "till death" obligation to constantly play everyday for hours, however we will probably skrim and challenge other platoons. Just be sure to make yourself available on occasion or frequently depending on our unanimous platoon decision. I look forward to hours of enjoyable game time gentlemen and most importantly, have fun. I'll see you on the Battlefield. <Carterboie, Leader>