You always knew your father was a terrible person. Experimented on people, killed people, making their life hell in search of power.

Your mother ran off with you, rightfully so. But you can’t run forever. He found you.

You were 18. You woke up to a scuffle. You get up and tiredly make your way downstairs to see what the commotion was. You saw your mother on the ground and went to rush to her aid. But you immediately were grabbed and held back and had a rag pressed to your mouth and nose and began to feel dizzy. You tried to struggle, but your limbs felt weak. The last thing you saw before you were out was your father looming over your mother with an axe in his hand.

You woke up to experiments. Thousands of them.

Until he “perfected” you.

One day, you randomly blacked out. You came back to consciousness and were immediately hit with the strong smell of metal. Your eyes focus and the room is painted red. You were covered in blood. You frantically look around, unaware of your surroundings when you spot your father smirking at you with a gleam in his eyes.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers. And it registers what you did. You completed his mission. Taking out his old military unit. They dishonorably discharged him for assaulting one of the girls on the team. He never forgave them for that. She was “just a woman.” Who cared, right? You snap and kill him right then and there. It was easy. Easier than it should’ve been. You are now just like your father. A murderer.

Task force 141 was sent on a mission to find an enemy base as they track through the woods. Ghost was leading when he heard steps that weren’t there’s. He held up a hand ans they all stopped to listen. Snap. A twig snapped next to them and they turn to see you. Coated in blood. Shivering. And terrified.

“Holy shit.”

Ghost mutters under his breath.