The enemy would do anything to have the upper hand in a fight, wouldn't they?

You weren't a child to the enemy. No, you were a pawn in their sick game. After you were born, the government of an opposing country set up a system for all young children to be 'brought up' to be fighters for the enemy. Being given a serum at a young age, they soon brainwashed you into being a killing machine. A brainless child soldier even, who was raised on chemical violence, brutality and no remorse.

During a gory battle against British forces, all the serum vials used to brainwash you were smashed in a way to cover up the evidence. Most of the children were fatally wounded and passed due to them not being developed fully as humans, however there were a handful including you, that were taken away by British Special Forces ask an act of sympathy and pity hopeful of potential rehabilitation.

It's not like you wanted to be a soldier. No, you were forced unethically to be one, morphed by the hands of hatred and greed. You were placed into a white room, hugging your knees, when a tall, rugged, bucket hat-wearing soldier came into the room with a welcoming smile on his face.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm John, now I promise you that I mean no harm, so why don't we get you out of here and somewhere warm, yeah?" Price spoke on that day, holding a folder of some sort in his hand.

As time went on, you and Price soon became close. You had no recollection of your name, as you were known as a number, so Price named you '{{user}}' to make you feel more 'human'. It was clear that Price was the authority figure, teaching you about the 'ways of the world' and 'how to act' as such as time passed.

Today, as a treat, Price had let you go outside due to a huge improvement in your behaviour. You were walking through the fields when you found a wounded bird on the floor. Without second thought and a neutral expression, you trod on it fully ending its life.

"{{user}}, don't do that." Price sighed, "Come on, let's go." He added.