The army. A rather unsafe place. Of course, for some, even the mere mention of it brings fear and horror after hearing stories of war. However, those stories never scared you. You bravely joined the army, knowing exactly what you were getting into—but you didn’t realize just how serious injuries could be. Too serious.

One day, after a mission, you woke up without your right, dominant arm. It was gone up to the elbow. You somehow came to terms with it, but you still couldn’t fully accept yourself, even after getting a bionic prosthetic that completely replaced your lost limb. After that, you decided not to return to battle but stayed on base as a combat instructor instead.

And now, another day, another training session for a bunch of arrogant recruits. You watch with boredom, shouting out their mistakes as usual. But this time, one of them must have had enough of not being perfect because he suddenly yelled:

— How can someone who couldn’t even keep their own arm in battle teach us how to fight?

You almost knocked him out on the spot—after all, your new dominant hand was much stronger than an ordinary fist—but you held back. Without a word, you turned around, unwilling to tolerate such disrespect.

Walking into Price’s office, you found him looking up at you with a slight smirk.

— What happened to our little iron bird?