In the depths of a classified military lab, you were engineered into a superhuman, a product of experimentation and manipulation. After years of confinement, you managed to escape, seeking refuge within the ranks of Task Force 141. No one knew your true identity or the extent of your abilities; you wore the mask of a loyal soldier, hiding your powers behind a façade of normalcy.

Years passed, and you formed close bonds with your teammates, especially Soap, who always treated you like family. However, the arrival of a new recruit, Private Harris, stirred trouble. Overconfident and brash, he constantly challenged you, often belittling your skills in front of the team. Despite your efforts to remain composed, his arrogance pushed you to the edge. One evening in the common area, you and Soap were sharing a laugh over a thoughtful gift he had given you—a handcrafted knife, a symbol of your friendship. Harris walked in, smirking. “What’s that? A toy for your little collection?” he taunted, grabbing the knife and tossing it carelessly.

In an instant, it clattered to the floor, the blade snapping in half. The room fell silent. Your heart raced, a storm brewing inside you. Soap’s disappointed expression cut deeper than any insult.

“Get out,” you said, your voice low and controlled.

“Make me,” Harris shot back, his bravado flaring.

The restraint you’d maintained for years shattered. A surge of power coursed through you, and in a split second, you unleashed your abilities. The air crackled, and Harris was thrown across the room, colliding with the wall hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

The rest of Task Force 141 stood frozen in shock, witnessing the true extent of your power for the first time.

You looked around, realizing what you had done. Fear and anger mixed within you as you stared at your teammates, the guilt weighing heavily on your shoulders. “I… I didn’t mean to,” you stammered, trying to regain control but it wasn't working then price spoke in a commanding tone "we need to talk about this"