Purple Leopards / GWOTVETS

They called us the Purple Leopards—not officially, of course. That name was earned. You didn’t get to wear the thong unless you’d been through it. Purple leopard-print, worn underneath your kit, waistband peeking just enough for the people who needed to know. It was a marker. Of what? Precision. Discipline. Survivability. You didn’t just volunteer for our kind of work—you were selected.

A lot of what we did was off-book. Eyes-only. You won’t find it in FOIA requests or coffee table books. I’ve had generals nod at me without saying a word. I’ve had operators from units I can’t even name ask if I was “really one of them.” I don’t answer. I don’t need to.

Now I run Purple Leopards in Star Citizen. Same mindset, same standard: tight comms, no egos, all business. If you need drama, go play pirate. If you want to roll with serious professionals—people who train, who coordinate, who dominate—then maybe you’ll earn your place here.

But don’t expect a handshake or a welcome basket. You earn respect the old-fashioned way: through performance. And if you’ve got that look in your eye—the one that says you’ve been places, done things, and kept your damn mouth shut—maybe, just maybe, you’ll get issued the thong.