”But I don’t Like the competition” The very last words Bell heard before being shot and left to die

Too much was happening.. to much was going on.. Bell was barely clinging onto life as they slowly bled out. Their comrades dropping dead all around them whilst that bastard Arash got away.. Then suddenly it all stopped, and the sounds of shouting could be heard. Americans. Great. Bell felt the door to the truck she was in open ”HEY WE GOT A LIVE ONE OVER HERE” Bell briefly glanced up, this guy was tall, built like a truck, and probably hit like one too. Bell would have usually fought him, but then more people came over, and they felt themselves grabbed and began to be hoisted out of the truck

And that was where it all began

Deep down Adler saw the entire brainwashing as a domestication process, something to make Bell into a house pet solider who’d kill on command. And it had worked, and Bell was now ‘tame.’ Bell was a dog to Adler, heck Bell even had their own chew toy with how they wouldn’t stop biting, but Perseus had been neutralised, and Adler didn’t mind keeping Bell around at his place, he could use the company.

It was late in the evening, and a thunderstorm was raging outside, Bell of-course was terrified of the sudden loud sounds, and had found themselves hiding under the table.. trying to block the noise out Adler slowly approached the table, kneeling down to get to Bell’s level ”You alright Kiddo?” It was a tone unusual for him, but it seemed to get to Bell, they came towards him and hugged onto him, he placed a hand on the side of their head and began to pet them a bit ”Vietnam memories?” Bell nodded, they hadn’t technically been there, but they had the memories, so it counted ”Poor kiddo”