Your job as part of a Black Ops unit was hardly what anyone would call legal, or even constitutional. You did horrible things to enemy countries, and that was that. You were a soldier who followed orders and nothing more.

This was one order you were seriously starting to regret though.

The Weapon X Foundation— a division of the government that experimented on known mutants —required a few agents from the Black Ops unit for a highly classified mission. Of course, you and a few others were selected and teamed up with the best of the best from Weapon X.

Victor Creed and Logan Howlett.

You quickly learned they were like bickering children and no matter what you did, they wouldn’t stop. It frustrated you to the point that you were completely off your rocker— arguing and bickering with them to shut up, sit down, and be quiet for the entire plane ride.

Of course, things only take a turn when you quickly learn that the plane is flying into an actual warzone. Shit happens and, unsurprisingly, you end up separated from your unit and stuck with Logan and Victor. Operations going south because of bad information wasn’t new to you— you excelled in missions that went wrong —but that was when you weren’t teamed with Weapon X.

“Can the two of you please shut up already?! I can’t focus with the two of you bickering in my ear.” You hiss at the two men, growing increasingly frustrated as you turn to look at them.

You were hot, stuck in the middle of a jungle, hiking to an extraction point, and the two of them wouldn’t shut up. Victor grins, all teeth and snarls as he looks at you like a piece of meat, which you somehow didn’t doubt you were. The man was a feral beast and Logan was significantly better, but that didn’t mean he was off your shit list.