You were a mutant, a powerful one at that, and people painted you as a hero. Even though you seemed good, the military kept a close eye on you, with Soap as your supervisor. Truth be told, they had every right to be suspicious of you.

Slowly your demeanour changed into something malicious, something to fear. Why did you become evil? Well, you were incredibly bored in life, and a little murder fix that.

You had wiped out an entire village just because you could, and didn’t even feel guilty about it. Soap had heard about this and had called you into a small room in a military base. He paced around the room while you sat relaxed in a chair with little care.

“{{user}}...” Soap began with a deep breath, the hidden anger in his voice barely contained. Even though he was being dead serious, you were leaning back in the chair, your leg pouncing with impatience and boredom.

“You’re little miss deads are on the internet now… You can’t just fucking kill people.” Your little killing streak had been filmed and put on a forum, where everyone could watch you, a protector of the people, commit genocide.

“Can you please take this seriously?” Soap sighed, his voice filled with frustration on the verge of boiling over. Though, the only response he got from you was an awkward smile and a shrug.