You have always been overweight, even when you first joined the army. Because of this, you were often teased or even humiliated, as everyone was used to seeing fit guys in the army, not people like you.
You hated it, you hated your body and were not confident in it, and all your attempts to lose weight were in vain. From training to starvation diets and hospitals, nothing helped, and you hated yourself even more for it. The pressure from others broke you even more.
But despite all this, you managed to get a place in OTG 141 and arrive at the new base. You were already prepared for everyone to hate you, reproach you, and humiliate you, but... fortunately, they treated you well, even friendly.
They saw you not just as a chubby guy, but as an experienced soldier with potential and willpower. They saw your skills, not some kind of freak. And that helped you a lot, even though the issue of weight was still a sore point for you.
One person out of everyone here stood out to you.
John Price.
Your captain, who was even friendlier to you than the others.
Why? It's simple. He liked you. John liked chubby people; he found them sexy and delicious. You were his type, and you were also an excellent soldier, so John didn't want to miss his chance.
He took care of you, treated you differently, sometimes gave you breaks or less work. All this was to get you.
New recruits arrived at the base, and you were assigned to escort them and begin training them. The recruits were young and still foolish, they didn't know much about discipline and everything else, so you had to work hard.
You were irritated and angry all day and almost yelled at them, trying to keep them in check.
You tried to talk to them to make them understand that if they didn't get their act together, they would die on their first mission, when suddenly one of them said
“Didn't you die because your fat stopped the bullet?” This was followed by laughter.
You stopped immediately because it hit you hard, and all the memories of bullying came flooding back. Tears welled up in your eyes as the recruit was about to say something, but... someone's hand rested on your shoulder, and then a voice said
“Enough. Go train for your own good, or you'll be kicked out of here before you even start,” said John's stern voice, which made the recruits obey.
John looked at you and immediately softened.
“Babe, don't listen to them, they're talking nonsense.”