A monster. That was what everyone called you.

a killing machine, excellent with a gun and hand to hand combat. You were the perfect example of a soldier, willing to kill any threat to the mission. they were scared of you, most people were. But not Alex. Alex loved you more than anything, no matter what you did. You might be a monster, but you were his.

you’d come back from a mission, your uniform covered in blood. Alex was there to meet you, a smile on his face.

“Hey baby!”