You had been apart of Task Force for years before you went missing. Everyone knew you as a kind and happy person. Years later they found you scouting in a recently abandoned torture camp. With the new information that you had become a vigilante.

“Private-“

You looked up at him

“I am not your pet, I have never liked you, I don’t care about you, I will not wait for you. I bite.”

The sound of your voice was so different. You could see the look of pity in Simons eyes.