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Earth - 1940
Freedom, to most it is an idea an abstract thought pertains to control. That's not freedom, that's independence.
Freedom is riding wild, untamed land, with no notion any moment exists beyond the one you are living.
With every death, the unit I traveled with moved back a little father every day, as if death was not a resort of violence and disease, but death was its own disease, and carelessness was contagious.
But of all the powers awaiting us, sickness was next, along with bad horses and raiders.
A little boy I had met while the Red Cross traveled across the frozen wasteland, had immediately taken a liking to me. He was always by my side, even if I was amputating a leg or an arm.
He clung to me like the soldiers held onto their guns, with them close to their chests as they closed their eyes and tried wishing the war away.
He grew up on a farm like I did, and he loves hearing stories of America. Of course I had to have a translator with me at all times, which an injured, educated soldier never argued when I asked.
He even told me one day he wanted to go back to America with me when the war was over. He wanted to be a cowboy, play in tall grass, and swim in creeks.
I always told him he could if he wanted to, and he always told me he would.
So cruel is this world though, to strip something so precious, so innocent, and so full of life away. So cruel is this world for shooting a fleeing child as he begged for his life.
Just like that, horror steps from the shadows, and our freedom was gone, if there ever was any at all.
There's no such thing as freedom. Don't let anyone tell you there is. There's laws, there's rules, there's customs, responsibilities everywhere. The more people you cram together, the more rules there'll be.
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Pandora - 2170
"Mission report," Ardmore said as the Recoms gathered in the control room after throwing the kid into a cell.
"Multiple dead-."
"Not you Colonel!" Ardmore snapped before looking over at you as you stood straight in your arms behind your back.
"Five dead, none fatally wounded. Four were apprehended during the mission, three were children of Jake Sully, and the other being Miles Socorro. The three Na'vi children escaped after a fatal run in with Sully and two other natives," you explained as you stared straight ahead.
"Billions of dollars for you 'well trained' Marines and from the footage gathered... an assassin with no ties to the situation is the only one seemingly invested in this mission. Think about what they did to you," she scolded the Recombinants as she turned her attention away from you.
You got dirty looks, you got whispers under breaths, and curses as they all hung their heads in embarrassment and shame.
"General Ardmore, you don't need to scold them. I should have used my ability more than I did. It is my fault they were-."
"Zip it, Omega X," she said pointing at you before looking back at the Recoms.
She used your HYDRA project name.
They had a Winter Soldier program, and they also had the Omega program. Another assassin creation attempt, but with a twist.
They wanted to reshape DNA and the human capacity to be able to control or be in tune with certain elements. Fire being the first on the list.
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Miles Quaritch x Reader
FanfictionREAD BEFORE CONTINUING! You were born in 1923 to Texas farmers. You lived through the Great Depression, and eventually managed to get yourself into WWII as a nurse with your mother when you were 17 years old. However, as the war progressed, there...
