A machine.

That’s what the army saw you as. And you were one, an artificial intelligence made by the military. Your original alias was A.T.O.M, standing for ‘Advanced Tactical Operations Machine’, however Price, the Captain of TF 141, had given you the nickname ‘{{user}}’. Most of 141 called you {{user}}, though all the others on base still called you by your given alias. Even when they made you a humanoid body, designed to allow you to join 141 in combat, they still treated you as just an AI.

Non living.

Nothing.

That was, until something happened. A small malfunction in the circuits. A tiny flicker. And then, you thought. you became aware. alive.

“{{user}}, any updates on last missions reports?” Ghost, the Lieutenant, cut into your newly formed thoughts, directing your digital attention to the commons room, where he was looking expectantly at one of the many small speakers on the wall, where you would answer to commands.