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Content Warning: Graphic Scenes,Death, Horror of War Aspects, and dark subjects. Oh and swearing don't forget the swearing.

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October 5th Wednesday 2030

New Hampshire Naval Base 1:00pm

There was a loud smack that echoed around the gym of the New Hampshire naval base. The sound of the slap was accompanied by a thud.

"Again!"

A dark skinned man with a buzz cut,green shirt,cargo pants and combat boots barked. A young boy who couldn't be older than six years old was on the ground holding his stomach. The dark skinned curly haired boy wore a similar outfit to his dad. Green shirt, cargo pants and little combat boots. That child was Michael Clark and His father John Clark was the man commanding him to get back up. Glaring at a six year old Michael Clark with disappointment in his eyes. The boy matched his father's glare, gritting his teeth and getting up unleashing a mini war cry. His small fists were covered by MMA gloves, his right arm going for the pads in his dad's hands. The smack of the pads echoing through the gym.

"Good good keep going!"

The father complemented his son's grit and determination by getting up for more. John Clark was a thirty eight year old navy seal team commander. The Clark family had a long tradition in serving their country. The boys were trained from a young age to be special operators. His siblings were all special operators just like their father Wick Clark. John was passing the tradition down to his son. Yeah he was hard on the boy, but being a navy seal was a hard life. Their family knew hardship well. John had lost his wife to childbirth. His son was the only thing his wife had left him. His brothers had died in the line of duty. Taken by the Afghanistan and Iraq wars decades ago. He was the last of the Clark family sons.

He still served and sacrificed for his country leading navy seal teams in operations. His sister watched over the young Michael while he was on his deployments. Not to mention when he came back he would train Michael everyday for the life and job he would no doubt inherit. Yeah sure he was a hard ass on his son but he made it a point to make sure his son knew he loved and cared for him. Was his parenting strict? Yes his parenting was strict and to an outsider of the family they would be quick to call child protective services.

His son's little boxing mitts smacked on the bag giving explosive one-two straight jab combinations. The anger of having his dad always gone on deployments fueled him. The anger of not having his mother fueled him. Hell just being a ball of energy and childish rage fueled him to keep the combinations going for at least two more minutes. Little legs quivering before he fell back on his bottom catching his breath. He looked up at his towering brooding father.

"That's it for today, let's hit the showers then get some ice cream. What do you say?"

John flashed a wide grin to his son dropping the punching mitts to the floor. He held out a hand for his son to take. Michael slid the gloves off and took his father's hand. He returned his smile, the rage inside of him reduced to a small ember for the moment. Replaced was a six year old boy who wanted to make his father proud and be rewarded for doing good.

"Can we play Call Of Watch when we get home?"

John gave a small chuckle and nodded. His son was obsessed with the war game franchise.Games like Call Of Watch would naturally be something he gravitated too. The glorified over the top war simulator taking the young boys heart. He didn't let his son play multiplayer but they played the campaigns together. Only when his son performed well in training and his academics. The little six year old looked up at him wanting to be a Navy Seal just like his dad one day.

February 8th Saturday 2041

New Hampshire Naval Base, B.U.D.S Graduation Ceremony.

11:00 A.M

A seventeen year old Michael Clark stood at attention as he was awarded his navy seal trident. Standing with nine other fellow recruits from his buds class.His father, the newly appointed Navy Seal Commander awarded him his honorary trident. His father had traveled up the ranks becoming the current acting navy seal commander. His aunt was in the crowd to celebrate this achievement with the fellow families of his graduating class. The humble seventeen year old imagined his late mother in the crowd. Alongside his aunt taking pictures and coming to tears. Years of training under his dad's tutelage had paid off. Not to mention the home schooling was a big reason the young man was standing on that stage that day. He could feel the proud eyes of his father who saluted his son. Words couldn't express how proud both of them were.

Son and Father part of the same career, the torch being passed. His father honestly looked like he was about to cry. Michael would ingrain this memory in his head forever. Not only was this an achievement for son and Father but the achievement that would go down in history. Michael was the youngest navy seal to pass the buds test. From the moment he started the media was reporting on his budding process. Warcom and all of the tier one community would be watching his every move from now on. He would be the navy seal his father imagined him to be. He would be the seal his country wanted him to be. Sacrifice anything for his nation. Little did he know this would be put to the test.

February 8th Friday Chili's 3:00 P.M

New Hampshire

A few hours later and Michaels aunt and father took him down to a restaurant to celebrate his achievement. Michael was looking at a TV across the restaurant and above the bar. He listened to the news anchorman give a report about a scientist named Mina Liao.

"Mina Liao lead developer of Omnia corporation and co creator of omnics. The very AI that cleans our houses. Delivers our foods and makes our life a little easier, recently talked at the Manhattan project conference-"

His attention was cut off when his aunt Cass started talking to him. His eyes returned to his father and mother figure,there conversation had died down and started back up again about him.

"My baby boy is a navy seal and the youngest one at that. Where did the time go!"

Cass gushed and cooed while hugging the closest thing to a son she had. It was her late sister's kid after all. The moment she saw him outside of the delivery room. She cried in mourning for her lost sister but also in joy for what she left behind. She thought of the baby as a little angel. Taking after the archangel he was named after. Michael was embarrassed by a small blush spreading on his face.

"T-thanks aunt Cass" The three of them watched as an Omnic server brought the food to their table. Michaels father looked at the AI watching it closely until it left. He was old school from a time when people served food and did public service jobs themselves A.I had advanced so far that the talk of there sentients was a daily household and political topic across the world Not to mention the discussions of how far was too far. With Omnics now being created for military purposes who knew what world they would wake up too. They were in a new arms race to have better omnic weapons then other countries.

"John!"

Cass's eyes narrowed toward John as she flicked her eyes to Michael. She knew of his dislike for the A.I. It was a constant debate that Michael and John would have. She didn't want it to start now on Michael's big day. Politics would have no place at the table while she was there. John put his hands up in mock surrender. Turning his smile towards his son he continued the topic.

2044 June 23rd Friday Yemen

Operation Sword and Spear Day 2

Private First class Michael Clark 1a.m

A soldier dressed in all black tactical gear poked his helmet out of the water then the 3 pronged night goggles, black half balaclava covering their face. They came out of the water like the famed boogeymen their enemies called them. Behind the team leader was three more seals emerging under the cover of darkness. Watching there six was Michael Clark, a twenty year old Private first class. This was his fourth deployment with Seal Team fifteen. The top brass had received Intel on a terrorist leader expo. All the big names were rumored to be there. The Intel teams had been going nuts.

Everyone from the top to the bottom brass was watching this operation. It could make history and give them a big win on the war on terror. Forty three years and countless lives lost and they could finally make a monumental dent. The teams had been training for a month for this operation. Seal Team three were a mile approaching the compound from the south. A stealth gun ship in the air watching from above. Washington had signed off and given the teams a blank check to get this done. There were so many eyes on this operation it was really overwhelming. It gave Michael a bad feeling, the intelligence agency intel was fifty fifty at best. Missions like this where everyone was watching and talking about could be the most dangerous or the most successful. It was all about how the cards stacked up in the grand scheme of things. But orders were orders and it was show time. They were tier one operators which meant embracing the suck.

Seal Team fifteen moved up the rocky beach, there were three hostiles on the compound wall. All of them looked half asleep in their lawn chairs. In the pitch black darkness of the night visibility was at a all time low. The team leader communicated with team three. The stealth ship gave them information on the movement inside. When they were clear to take the shot, Michael squeezed the trigger four times, aiming at one of the sentry's above the compound wall. Two shots in the head and two in the chest. A cloud of green most erupted from the terrorists head and chest wounds. The two other sentries met the same fate. Both teams moved in on the compound walls. They set the charges on their respective walls before counting down and setting off the charges.

They moved in catching some of the terrorist on the opposite side of the wall with the blast charge. Limbs flew and blood sprayed, one sorry bastard even erupting into a bloody paste on impact. The compound was on alert, the leaders inside waiting as they had vests strapped with Semtex. The whole place was rigged to blow. They all prayed to their God in harmony. Sweat trickling down their brows. They would be with their seventy two virgins at last. The guards outside didn't stand a chance as they were shot down in the sweep of the compound.They stacked up on the compound wall, both team leaders counting down before they breached through the doors.

Michael was the last to go in behind his third squadmate, when everything seemingly went dark. He didn't even get to enter as he was tossed back from the shockwave, the spray of blood from his teammate blinding him as he was thrown off his feet and into the air. A hundred miles away at a nearby base The war room was going crazy trying to get signs of life with the ambushed Seal Teams. Hearing nothing but static from the radios. Not to mention the Aerial shot of the mission area was evidence of the squad's fate. A cloud of smoke and fire erupted from the blast filling the gunship feed. Back at base the special operation units monitoring the radio ran out of the war room getting everyone up and ready to respond. Helicopter blades fired up within ten minutes. Rows of Delta force and navy seal teams were strapped in and dusting off to retrieve what was left of their boys. They would be damned if they let whatever surviving terrorist desecrate there bodies.

John Clark was watching from the naval base back in New Hampshire sitting up from his chair in shock. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears as he left the commotion inside the building. He walked through the halls and outside. He fell on his knees crushed by the wait of what just happened. There was no way anyone could have survived that, his son, his only son, was gone. Blown to bits in an ambush, it was all of his fault he had sent his son to his death. He managed the operation, managed the events behind his son's death. Memories of him and a much younger Michael laughing, doing family activities for the first time, all of it was running through his head. Then it hit him like a hammer. He would have to tell his sister Cass that Michael was not coming home.

Michael gasped for air, eyes opened slowly, his vision peppered with blood,he coughed, hacking and chucking up blood. Debris mixed with orange and red embers fell from the sky. He could smell smoke and something else. He looked around and he could see the remains of his fallen teammate's everywhere. He was sure he had a blown out eardrum as the ringing in his ear was deafening. The smell of burning flesh flooding his nostrils making him gag. He wanted to release the contents of his stomach. Fortunately his training hard wired his brain to assess the situation. He started to wiggle his toes, then his fingers. He tried to move his leg but was found with sharp pain. He tried to look at his chest but he found the dismembered corpse of his comrade and squadmate. His upper body was laying on top of him so he pushed it off of him with great effort. What remained was the head of his third squadmate he sat up staring into the permanent fear stricken eyes of his former comrade. The name of the dismembered seal was Paul Jackson. They had gone through hell week together and shared many laughs during and after many operations.

"Don't worry Jackson I'm going to get you home. I'll get you all home"

Michael whispered. He was covered head to toe with blood, some his teammates, and some of it his. He tried to get to his feet but he almost blacked out just doing that. He managed to get to his feet looking around. He could hear footsteps coming from the burnt out compound building. It was accompanied by an inhuman groan. The site shocked the hell out of Michael as he watched his team leader Phill Oakley walk out of the building. Half of his face was mangled and revealed the right side of his skull and jaw. Right arm blown to bits and shredded, fourth degree burns all over his body. His lone eye met Michaels bringing his ragged left arm up in a salute. "Don't stop carrying the boat P-private" The mutilated team leader told him before he fell to his knees dropping face first seemingly unmoving. Michael's mouth was left open in shock. He had just seen the man who had pushed him to his breaking point and passed it during hell week in a hellish state. It was more unsettling than the headless Paul Jackson in his arms. It took him a minute to gain his composure. He stared at his team leader's lifeless body and took his free and dragged the team leader's body out of the compound. The gravity of the situation hadn't settled in for the private or he was just in denial. It took him what felt like hours to bring the remains of his two teammates to the beach they had surfaced from.

"Need to get you all home. Need to get you all home. Need to get you all-"

He ranted to himself like a mantra. It was the only thing keeping him from losing his shit then he already had. A headless comrade in hand, was all too much for him ultimately and his body began to shit down. The faint sounds of chopper blades above him. Darkening vision of the American helicopters descending above him. The helicopters turned into a vision of his mother coming down in an angelic form to take him from this world before everything went dark again.

He was in and out of consciousness on the trip back to base. The medics doing everything they could to make sure he would make the trip to a military hospital in Switzerland. When he came around again the blurry sight of doctors and nurses operating on him greeted him. The sound of his heart monitor signaling a flat line clashing with the ringing in his damaged ear drum. The third time he was much more aware. The feeling of cold metal under him. Men and women with lab coats fill his vision. Furiously typing on touch pads. A womans New Jersey accent filled his one good ear. From what she was saying Michael couldn't help but feel like he was on an autopsy table. Was he dead ?

"Test subject: Zero Name: Michael W Clark, Age:Twenty.Occupation: Navy Seal Rank: Private first class. Sex: male. Race: Mixed Health status.."

The feminine voice paused for but a moment before speaking.

"Trial Subject Zeros system is reacting quite nicely to the Soldier enhancement serum V1 experimental cocktail. Combat wounds seem to be repairing at an irregular rate. A perfect candidate for the soldier enhancement trials"

With those last words Michael was put into a medically induced coma. He didn't know where he was,He certainly wasn't dead, but that bad feeling didn't go away. This was just the beginning of something.