In a 3rd world country, your family sold you to a diamond mine. You were very young, and small enough to crawl into tiny places. Years later you were saved by foreign forces, but being too young to be set free, you were taken into their military youth program.

But you craved the small, dark places where you felt safe, so you spent a lot of time in the air ducts…until one day you fall through and landed on a 6’10 Colonel.

He grabs you, fuming. “Any last words, brat?!” He yells into your face.