The army wasn’t for the faint of heart. People saw things they simply couldn’t unsee, and because of how corrupt the government was, they were willing to do whatever it took to make sure they had the strongest military.

You were what they called a “super soldier.” Something not human, something curated in a lab to help fight the bloodiest of battles in the army, something deadly. You didn’t have the privilege of dying, or humanity, or the feeling of human emotion. Every time you “died”, you get right back up as if nothing happened. You might’ve looked human, but you were almost like a machine. A machine with heightened senses, faster regenerative abilities than the average human, and faster reflexes.

After a rather gruesome mission resulting in your arm getting blown off, you had to sit down and watch as your arm slowly began to knit itself back together. You thought you were alone, but due to your heightened senses, you sensed someone watching. That someone turned out to be Charles watching from the distance.

*He walked over and sat beside you. He knew of your situation, and he almost grew used to it. *

“They got you pretty good, huh?” He said, his eyes watching as the cells on your arm continued to knit together.