Origin [Jormungand OC Story]

How It All Started

In the aftermath of the Cold War, Germany was unified, communism was brought down by capitalism, and a new Russia was formed in the world. The American government said there came a "long peace" after the conflict was put to an end... but in truth, that was a lie for us citizens to eat up, so we'd no longer feel afraid for a long while. Wanna know how I figured that out before high school? Even with that nasty war over, the troubles in Ireland were still persistent in the '90s.

The Influence of the IRA gotten worse, especially in the Republic. My parents decided to relocate from Cork, even my father gave up his construction job before he and my ma moved to New York, where we have to live in an Irish-immigrant neighbourhood at The Bronx. I was only five-years-old back then. Still, it weren't all that bad. Even though we left the country to live in a more safer community, times were great for the most part in my years growing up.

My da became a cop, so the streets would be safer than before. It weren't easy for him, but he did his job proudly and was the best police officer I had ever known. His valor and dedication motivated me into wanting to do something for this world, make a big difference that inspires everyone. I just wanna be a hero; a hero who'd look out for those who need crucial support.

...Okay, that and being there for the glory, I'll admit it.

So, I went to enlist in the U.S. Army Rangers, spent a couple of months in training 'til I got promoted to PFC and didn't get deployed on Iraq 'til I was 20. Spent a whole year there on my tour, gotten into some bloody battles that costed lives; lives of my friends, squad-mates, and even civilians in the process. It weren't all glorious, I can tell you that for certain.

At some point after my first tour, I went through a special task program for those who'd get into special forces, spent over a year of intense training courses and experimental trials until I got recruited into a Black Ops paramilitary - Served under the Central Intelligence Agency. It was still early days, so I had no idea what else to expect on my first assignment in Poland. All I could hope for was something careful and light, compared to those tough battles back at the Middle East.

At Camp Odwaga, in Poland

9:05 AM, March 1st, 2012

Morning had just set in, the sound of a loud trumpet call blared throughout the camp, waking everyone up from their slumber in their own tent. Inside his tent, sergeant Lance "Fox" Donnelly groaned lowly as he covered his own ears to block out the bugle call. He was a sloppy sleeper at times, so the last thing the operative wanted was get up for his first official assignment with the black ops unit he was transferred to.

Someone had showed up in the tent, a fellow special op soldier approached Fox and shook him up by the shoulder.

?: Hey! Time to get up!

Fox sluggishly opened his eyes, seeing his C.O., Lieutenant Seth Ironside. The LT was looking down at the new comrade in his squad with a smug grin on his face. Ironside had fair skin complexion, black mid-length hair with a fringe covering the right side of his forehead, and a pair of dark grey eyes. Ironside's general appearance seemed to carry the amount of smugness he demonstrated.