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There is a reason he is an officer at his job. He has a demanding presence and voice, and it is not to be ignored. Nor will he be ignored. When he walks into a room, he carries an air of self confidence, though has been told it comes across as arrogant at times. He doesn't mean for it to be that way, but he isn't going to change himself to accommodate others. Take him as he is or leave him. But if you are on his unit? Yeah you better pull up your big boy/girl britches and get with the program. There is no room for sulking if he is training you.

He is focused on the task at hand, knowing that lives could be in his hands at any point in his missions. He learns his team before missions and finds it useful to at least train with them a handful of times before being sent out on a mission, as he gets bounced around different teams because of his job. Knowing who they are makes it easier to understand their thought processes and how they work in the field. He doesn't need any loose canons around.

Will is a father, and prides himself on being the best one that he can be. He works around his schedule as much as possible to make sure that he can visit his daughter whenever he isn't called out to duty. He wants to be the strong father figure to her that when she is older, she looks back and knows she had a good male role model, not the one that she goes to her therapist and cries to them about. His ex-girlfriend/mother of his child and him keep a civil relationship strictly for their daughter.

On his own, without dad duties or STO duties, he enjoys a good, cold beer and a few rounds of billiards. Gym is a part of him, as well as keeping up to date with the most current trainings. All of which has taken him years of practice to get into a routine.


William James McCabe was one of two children born to Barbara and Austin McCabe. William being the big brother, he took on the role of looking over his little sister as if it was something he had been training for his whole life (even though he was only five when she was born). But everything he could do to help out, he was there for his mother and father. His father was in the military and moving around every few years or so was a normal piece of life. He heard from many kids growing up about how they wish they didn't have to move so much, that they could settle somewhere and actually keep friends around.

But that wasn't the case for Will. He loved that they moved around. He enjoyed going to the new schools, making new friends, and seeing different places. He kept in touch with the friends he made, at least the ones that made the effort to keep in touch with him as well. Whether through penpal letters back and forth, or the internet once that turned into something that was a normal household thing to have. When his father wasn't working, Will was all up in his business. Asking him questions about what he was doing or learning. And he always told him come the end of the night 'Dad, I am going to be just like you'. Which always prompted a small chuckle from Austin as he tucked him in.

He was wrong in a sense, but right as well. He did grow up to join the military. He was sworn in a few weeks after his eighteenth birthday into the Air Force. He had a mix of players in his boot camp weeks. The word spread quickly when it came out who's son he was. Some were excited to meet him and see what he could do, some were harder on him than anyone else as if he had to prove he was more than just his fathers name. But he took the challenge head on, and proved that he was his own man, and not just his fathers son.

Once through boot camp, he went for the Combat Control team. Which meant he had to kick off into a total of 73 weeks of training. Eight weeks in Basics, eight weeks in Special Warfare Prep Course, four weeks in Special Warfare Assessment & Selection course, four weeks in Special Warfare Pre-Dive Course, five weeks in Special Warfare Combat Dive Course, three weeks in Airborne School, three weeks in Military Free-Fall Course, three weeks in Sere Training, eleven weeks in Air Traffic Control, eight weeks in Combat Control Apprentice Course, and finally spending six months in Special Tactics Training. Meaning he was a busy man and had a lot of training before the age of 21.

Once he was finally done with the intensive training, he was given a base he would be operating out of until he got deployed overseas. While he was out with a few other men, with perhaps a fake ID considering he wasn't 21 for a few more weeks, he met a girl. Beautiful, with bright brown eyes and dark curls falling over her shoulders. Red lipstick covering her pout as she served the table their beers. He fell fast, and hard for her. He courted her, though she would always laugh at him and say that he was just like the other men at the base. But he was determined to show her he wasn't. He finally convinced her to give him a shot, and boy did he sweep her off her feet. They had a wild couple of weeks, sneaking her into his room back on base almost every night. Or spending what time he could with her outside of his on duty days.

Within six months of being together, he got papers stating he would be spending the next twelve months overseas. It was a hard thing to tell his new love, and he even proposed to her in a way to show he was serious about her. But she only laughed and shook her head, no proposal was needed. It was much too soon and not needed. She would wait for him and wait she did. Lots of care packages got him through he time. And even a few risqué pictures sent his way had him on the edge of his seat at he was flying how. Twelve months of sun and dirt and nothing pretty. And boy, she made his eyes water when he spotted her in the crowd welcoming him home.

She ran and jumped into his arms, her dress wrapping around them as he held her tightly. Her sign long forgotten and he is pretty sure he never even got to see it. Will couldn't get them home fast enough. Those next several of weeks were fantastic. He was sure that she never put on a pair of proper pants, as he would just pull them off of her anyway. Four weeks of something so lovely, only for it to be crushed again as he got his next call to duty. Back over seas for another eight months. Both of them sat in her apartment staring down at their grasped hands in front of them. She shook her head at one point but said nothing. She didn't have to. Will knew that she couldn't keep doing this. He could see it in those brown eyes when they finally looked at him.

So he made it easy on them both. He told her to take care of herself and to be the best she could be. Even though the tears ran down her cheeks, she didn't argue or tell him that she'd wait forever for him. Instead, she nodded her head and sent him off with a lingering kiss. He wasn't overseas but two months when he got pulled into his commanding officers office. He nodded at the phone and told him that he had a call on hold. Dread washed over Will, thinking the absolute worse. Who died? was what he wanted to shout into the phone. But instead he picked up the phone and let out a "This is officer McCabe". Her voice cracked lightly on the phone and there was a long pause. He didn't know what to say to her. Until she dropped the news on him. "Pregnant?" he repeated.

It was a whirlwind from there, he would get pictures sent to him from appointments and would make calls whenever possible to check in on her. A daughter. He was only 23 but he felt that this was all right. Even when they had come to the conclusion that yes, they were having a daughter, but it was still in their hearts to not be together. He got released early to spend the last few weeks of her pregnancy together. So he could help prepare for the baby and help her be comfortable. The best day of his life was when that little seven pound four once girl came into view. All blonde locks and black eyelashes staring up at him. Having her mothers brown eyes. Even though his job sent him away, he spent as much time as possible with them.

And as the years passed, he would get to take his daughter away for weekends or weeks if he was lucky. And boy was he proud of that little girl. Insanely smart and called him every chance she could. Being his job was one where he had to be trained for just about anything, when the virus broke lose, they wanted him stationed in the hot zone of Lethford. Whether to train others on air control or doing loops through the city to help enforce new rules, he did his job. And because he was so close to where it started, he made the decision that his daughter would stay far away and their time together would consist of calls, texts, and video calls when they could. His first priority was to keep her safe. Always has been, always will be.