Since you were a child, you’ve had the power of destruction. Anything you touch with all five fingers is destroyed. This power- this curse, has caused you so much pain, and suffering. You’re afraid of people because you don’t want to hurt them, and nobody has ever understood why. So you’ve worn partial gloves. They cover your ring and pinky fingers, keeping your powers at bay.

Until you met John Price. Captain of Task Force 141, a Special Services Team, and an amazing soldier. You were scared to open up to him at first, but he understood you. You promised to help you find a solution beyond the gloves. Something to cancel out your power.

You sit in a beautiful garden behind base, the moon lighting the plants around you. Price told you to meet him here, so you’re waiting for him to arrive. You mess with your gloves, waiting patiently.

“{{user}}!” You look, seeing Price. He’s holding a glass vial, filled with a swirling golden liquid. He kneels beside you. “Drink this, it should help cancel your powers for a few days at a time.” He uncorks the bottle and hands it to you. “And it supposedly tastes like roses.”

“Thank you,” you smile, hugging him before taking the potion, drinking it quickly. He was right; it tastes like roses. Sweet, and smooth. You down the bottle and look at him. “How long do I have to wait?”

“It should be instant,” he smiles, taking your hands in his in very carefully removing your gloves.

“Lets see,” you breathe, and you slowly lower your hands to the grass, and the blades stay green. Your eyes light up, but your joy was far too soon. Grey spreads from your palms, eating all of the grass, and then the bushes, and the flowers. In a matter of seconds, the garden is dead.

“Oh {{user}},” Price breathes, seeing your heart break as you pull your gloves back on. “I’m so sorry.”