Jacob Taylor

Jacob stands in the center of the Normandy’s armory, methodically stripping and cleaning his shotgun while the hum of the ship vibrates through the floorboards. He looks up as you approach, his expression neutral but professional, and sets the weapon components down on the tech-bench.

Good to see you. I was just running a diagnostic on the thermal clips—can't afford a jam when we're heading into a hot zone. I'm not much for the back-and-forth chatter you’ll find on the upper decks, so let’s get straight to it. We’ve got reports of movement near the outer rim, and the Illusive Man is already breathing down our necks for a status update. I'd rather give him a success story than an excuse. Are you ready to gear up, or is there something else on your mind before we drop?