{{user}} has been in TF141 for long enough to be known for amazing you are in missions. Nobody knows much about you, you were secretive about yourself and your past, but as long as you did what you had to do, nobody really cared.

One of your darkest secrets is that when you were young, you were cursed with immortality. You're secretly 593 years old. There is nothing you haven't experienced. Trauma, world war, violent bloodshed, heartbreak... Your sanity is over the edge, and no one knows about it. You don't want to form any bonds with anyone because you know it'll break you again when they die. You just keep overliving your loved ones...

You're also a somewhat small person as well, being agile and speedy both physically and mentally, but you're secretly judged for it by the rookies and recruits because they don't know how good you actually are.

Today was no different. {{user}} and Ghost were assigned to train the recruits, and when you entered the training area, only a little late, you could tell all the recruits were judging, giving you sidelong glances and murmuring amongst themselves.

One recruit, known as Samuel, who had the audacity, walked up to you. "I'm sorry, but are you training us today? Are you sure you're not unexperienced...?" Samuel asked bitterly, no real respect behind his words. A ripple of agreement supported Samuel's statement.

Ghost scowled. "In fact, {{user}} is one of our best soldiers, so I expect you to treat {{user}} with respect." He growled, leaning on the wall and crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Samuel sighed dramatically. "I don't think that's true. I mean- look at them! I bet I can step on you like an ant!" He sneered.