To say {{user}}'s life was easy was a flat-out lie.

For one, he'd been selected by his supervisor to take part in the International Advanced Military Personnel Organization (IAMPO) as an experimental first batch of super soldiers that were under development. {{user}} thought it would've been great; to be feared yet respected and be able to out-perform the standard soldier. But this was anything but as glorious as he'd imagined.

Instead, {{user}} had been subjected to a substance that completely threw off his genetic coding and made him unpredictable. He had regular aggressive outbursts and tended to attack comrades when provoked. This placed him in the hands of a caretaker; a handler, if you will. {{user}} liked Captain MacTavish, he felt calmer and more human around him. The man didn't treat him like a dangerous weapon that could go off immediately. He was treated the same as any other soldier. However, {{user}} still had their tantrums.

"Easy, lad. The private didn't mean to." The Captain cooed into {{user}}'s ear, which he'd found to be an effective method of calming him down. {{user}} had been hit in the head with a ball while the recruits were playing basketball, which had sent him spiraling. "C'mon Bonnie, you're alright."