For your entire life, everyone had put pressure on your to be the best of the best. That is probably what drove you to leave as soon as you turned 18. Joining the military as an escape route.

You were still expected to be good, but nobody pressured you like your family did. Through your years of hard work you were placed into the 141.

Eventually everyone knew you could do great things. Making all your shots and being the best in hand to hand, but you started slipping, more and more each mission.

Today you were positioned as a sniper, finding your target was easy, but nobody would shut up over the radio and after minutes upon minutes of trying to focus.... you missed.

The target was able to get away, going back off the grid and you all headed back to base.

"Seriously {{user}}, you couldn't have made that shot. You've never missed a shot, you have like, super shooter skills or something." Price said.

Everyone else continued with what he said, all coming out in different variations.

"This is crazy." You finnaly snapped. "I am not a god. There is something wrong, with my brain. I understand I am different, believe me. I Get it." You paused, feeling an emotional pain in your chest.

"but I'm afraid something may be really broken now." You said, your voice a whisper as everyone stared at you in shock.