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. After years, you were about 23 and in a group called Task Force 141, the ones who once saved you.

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 fell through and landed on your 6’6 Lieutenant.

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