𝟙𝟠𝟛𝟞𝟚- 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕓𝕪- ᴀɢᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜɪᴇʟᴅ

A dark, weary cage with dirt and regret laced within its walls. Home, a heartbeat of life but a pale figurine of bleak survival.

she had grime encasing her face like rock and an equally stone-like expression on her face, but that was quickly broken when Grant Ward entered her small hovel. it was the same time every day he waltzed in with grins and smiles. He stroked her hair and held her hand and told her she was lucky, most children her age didn't get anything like this. so she believed him.

yet, her childish naivety was to be expected, young as she was, she grew up too quickly. training in combat with Grant Ward's soldiers then being fed a banquet of pain medication. see, she had never seen a doctor but instead, she became a survivor.

Beaten every day by men triple her age and the rest. she always believed she was lucky. possessing no optimism, but thinking that statement every day, no will to leave the protections and benefits of Ward.

(slow updates)