You're a Scientist. Radiation Scientist, to be exact. You love your job more than ever, and you couldn't ask for anything more. Recently, you've been transferred to a military base to work with.. Task Force 141? Odd, but you've worked with weirder. You're working on armor-piercing bullets due to Captain's orders.

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You're in your new lab, adjusting to your surroundings as you pour chemicals into certain tubes and try to focus. Suddenly, you hear a shallow knock ring through the metal of your door and you hum, speaking.

"Come in."

Five men enter, standing at your doorway as you turn around to look at them. They seem interested, all looking at you with curious eyes.

"Hello."

You speak as you lean against the counter. You weren't much to talk. Volumetric flasks rest behind you, some matte, yet shiny liquid bubbling softly as it hung above a burner.

The five men all seemed different in themselves. Separate personalities, moments of stoicism, strength, etcetera.