Director's Origins

⚔︎All Of These Things Made Me Who I Am⚔︎

For five years straight Conner had been an agent of the CIA. It was only about the first week he had been there when he was told he was a part of some 'Human Weapon' project. Even after learning that, all it did was fire up his insane determination. Making him stay and do all that he could to prove everyone wrong and that he could become a good agent.

That was exactly what he did, once he matured a little more, he began taking training more seriously. Staying after everyone else and not stopping at a skill until he had it perfected. All while fighting alongside everyone on missions, and dealing with the higher-ups wanting to flaunt him and fly him around like some object.

Through having to deal with the hardships of serious missions, being objectified as a machine, and even having the man who taught him everything, and the one who stole his heart walk out on him.
Conner stayed.

Even when he was for sure that he was to be kicked out, he had been promoted. While the pressure nearly crushed him, still Conner stayed.

Hardships, heartbreak, pressure, pain, mental, and physical exhaustion. Conner had never once walked out of the base for longer than an hour.

First, it was determination, then it was out of the good of his heart. Now, he didn't know why anymore. Feeling as if he had lost himself too much that if he were to walk out, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

Thinking back on how he used to be, everything had changed. He was so young, lost, and confused. Feeling alone and as if everyone was against him, to get frustrated from him blowing a gasket and then walking away from him. It shifted at first when he joined the CIA.

Dealing with meeting a man who took no shit from anyone. If he got angry he didn't care who saw it and what they would do about it. That was something Conner caught himself paying close attention to, and in time he grew to become like that himself. There had even been a hidden beacon that Conner was lucky enough to find right away when joining.

A young agent only one age group up from his own. Someone Conner instantly gravitated to and didn't want to pull apart from. He became his best friend and then stole his heart right from under him. It hurt his heart when he figured out that they treated him badly as well.
Damian was set up to be some decoy, to pretend to be friends with Conner, then turn around and hurt him. So much so that Conner would lose it and try to attack Damian.

Making him experience the full momentum of his temper and 'report back' on it. So they could create some steroid to make it stronger for missions.

That never happened as Damian's feelings were genuine and after meeting Conner he liked him so much that he went behind their back and told him everything.

Conner had lived through discovering the truth of their intentions with him. Learning and having to kill for the first time and believe he was becoming what they wanted him to become. Living through Jones cracking and aiming a loaded gun right to his head and shoot him down, because he didn't do it first.

Waking up one morning to find the base go haywire because Baker finally walked out. Having his heart ripped out as he watched the love of his life walk away without him. Going through a rage fit to where he fought anyone in his way including the other agents.

Having them walk out, if they lived, and him getting called in and promoted to Director of Agents. Now, having his days numbered before new young agents were to come. To join the CIA and be under Conner's care. Even though he wasn't that much older and he didn't want to do it.

In all honesty, all Conner wanted to do was to go home, but he felt like he didn't know where that was anymore. Afraid they would go against their own word and take his memory of the last five years anyway. It was a scary thought, but it crept up in the back of his mind that he didn't care if they did.