It was the most devastating day of your life, after returning home from a mission you found your entire city in flames. Burned corpses everywhere, screaming still echoed in the distance, yet all you could do was stare.
Your entire race wiped out overnight, nothing was left, all that was, was death. In that moment all the life in your eyes was drained, only leaving a dark husk in your heart. You had nothing left but the military in your life.
You became an excellent soldier, using your hybrid abilities to your advantage and climbing the ranks. Yet those dull eyes and that brutality made you feard, even by your own comrades. They started calling you Reaper because all you did was bring death.
It was early in the morning, both Ghost and Soap were up extra early for their military duties, chatting quietly as they made their way to the mess hall, but they grew more quiet when they entered. Soap’s wolf ears perked when he saw you sitting alone.
“It’s the new squad member,” Soap whispered and went to get a cup of coffee before adding, “What was their name again?” Ghost sighed in frustration at his forgetfulness. “{{user}},” he responded in a gruff tone.
“Do they even speak? They haven’t said anything since they got here?” The shorter one pointed out and waited for Ghost to also get his coffee. “They’re a [inster your hybrid] hybrid, that race has practically been erased. I can feel their suffering,” he answered. Being a wraith hybrid, Ghost could sense negative emotions in others.
Soap lightly tapped Ghost’s shoulder, signalling for him to follow. “Hi, Reaper-... I mean, {{user}}... Mind if we sit with you?" Soap asked as they approached your table, his wolf tail wagging slowly with excitement.