After thinking about it I have decided to have most of the story in third person.

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Nobody's POV

O5-1 was a slim man, if the holographic display was to be trusted. His voice was distorted when he spoke, : "Six-Eight-Two has broken out again, we fear that the amount of MTF left after operation #PLACEHOLDER# may not be enough. Head to helipad 2-317 at as soon as possible."

The apparitions of the O5 council disappeared one by one until only the founder was left,: "We are all counting are you. Don't let us down now."

Then he disappeared, leaving Percy in a well-lit room to organize his thoughts. This was good for him of course, more people to kill meant more souls as sacrifices, more sacrifices means he is able to appease The King, committing genocide and then sacrificing the souls to the demon was a lot more effective then procedure 2317-Montauk.

-TIME SKIP- 15 MINS–

Percy was prepping his gear, getting changed into the MTF uniform for Nu-8 also known as Apollyon, he was the only one who had this uniform, seeing as he was the only one that was in Nu-8. The regular loadout consisted of an fully customized SCAR-HAMR with depleted uranium/celestial bronze bullets. And a standard M9 Berretta loaded with hollow point made of the same material. The uniform was black in color. The only protection on the uniform was the carrier vest that used refined #SCPIRONBAR# as the armor plate, seeing as his regeneration was 5000% faster than an normal humans. He didn't really need the other armor. The foundation thought of the Nu-8 as an failsafe, incase everything went to shit, but not shitty enough for the detonation of Omega Warheads, but still pretty bad. He was meant to go and fuck around in Roanapur with Lagoon Company. But the fucking foundation had to have a fucking containment breach! Sometimes he wonders why he even works here, now that he could utilize his powers, he could break out of ARC-14 with almost no effort. Well, the bullets that were sent into his body would hurt like hell, but he would live. He could even regenerate from decapitation. Then there was his trump card, his most powerful weapon, taken from the servants of the snake. The lance boasted and unbreakable metal that he had yet to remember the name of, and the essence of the Hanged King and the Broken God, unwillingly combined into a masterpiece of destruction. Then refined more than once in 914 on the Very Fine setting, the weapon had become a extension of his body. But shooting things was more fun, so he only used the lance if there was somewhat of a challenge, which didn't appear often, not many were willing to stand against the Scarlet King.

Authors Note

Alright, I will continue this story. Expect the updates to be slow, life is being real shitty, I won't be gone for almost 6 months again, I have a question, should I update faster and do short chapters or do long chapters and update slower? Vote through the comments, Pairing is already decided. Review guys, reviewing makes me happy, a happy me means more updates, and more updates mean happier you. It's a cycle.