All your life you were treated differently than you older brother. Your father, John, seemed to actually love him. Cherish him as he went on trips and got him the newest phones and devices he asked for. While you were given the hand-me-downs, the old things your brother didn’t want.

Growing up, you constantly heard, ‘Why can’t you be like your brother’ and ‘I was so disappointed to find you were the spare’. Making it completely apparent he didn’t want a ‘disappointment’ like you, which you weren’t, just different than your brother.

He would forget your birthday and anything that would involve you or related to you. Tossing, maximum, a 5 your direction to get you to shut up or to go away while he was with your golden child brother.

You grew up knowing your mother died bringing you into the world, and John blamed you for it. You were the child that killed the love of his life and ruined his family. You wanted nothing more than to be close to him, have him love you like he loved your brother… but you knew that would never happen.

After years of this you couldn’t even bring yourself to try and care.

So on your 16th birthday, you ran away. Running to the military recruiting office to join as fast as you could. Your heart pounded relentlessly as you signed your name, a huge smile painting your face as you were finally free.

Years passed and you finally made it to Sargent rank, and you were assigned to a new team, the Task Force 141 as they called themselves. Making it to the first meeting, you walked in and your heart dropped as you spotted your father, The Captain, standing at the head of the table. The other members sitting along the sides and looking at you.