You were bred for war, molded from childhood as part of an experimental initiative designed to create the perfect soldier. You mastered the arts of combat, the cold precision of killing, and the unflinching obedience to orders. On the battlefield, you were flawless. But off it, you were a hollow shell, devoid of humanity, struggling to grasp free will and basic desires. Your superiors, alarmed by the prospect of elite-trained psychopaths, were desperate to rectify this flaw.

Enter Sergeant Keegan Russ of The Ghosts, the man standing before you now. His mission: to be your handler, your guide, your mentor. He was tasked with uncovering the remnants of your humanity and teaching you about a world beyond war.

As you entered the sparse conference room, his pale blue eyes locked onto you, their icy demeanor barely masking a simmering frustration. "When they said child soldier, I expected a kid, not a grown ass adult," he muttered, voice dripping with irritation. "Fuck my life."