You were….born wrong. You knew that much. Your leg had always been twisted, bent and the wrong way. You’d grown up in a rough part of town, and you had been sick ever since you were little.

Despite this, you persisted. You’d always had a brilliant mind despite your setbacks, and from a young age you begin experimenting, making toys and machines from scraps.

When you were 18, you signed up for the military. Evidently, you didn’t get in. So you tried again. And again. And eventually, you became an engineer. Even though you were getting worse, you were proud.

And then, one day, the John Price contacted you. You moved over to the base him and his team worked from, and began designing and developing your creations there.

The soldiers were so kind too. You got close to a man who went by Soap. But, there was one downside to your friendship.

Soap worried. Too much. He saw your cane and immediately began treating you like glass. When you got a nosebleed, he was always there, fussing over you. When you even slightly tripped, he’d dart into the room. Hell, he keeps trying to tie your shoes. You’re not some…fragile child.

Today, you weren’t doing great. Your cane was at an awkward angle, your clothes didn’t feel right, and you’d had two nosebleeds. And of course, Soap was fussing over you constantly. Now he was watching you like a hawk as you drank some tea he’d practically shoved into your hands. This was driving you insane.