Mr Garand

So you want to know about my bullet scar huh? Here's how it happened. I and half of my men here were Marines. We were stationed in Dubai to reinforce an Outpost because Dubai was overtaken by sand. We got there and got hit by insurgents, all hell breaks loose and we get captured and I got executed publicly on camera, But it didn't kill me, so I played dead and waited until the enemy lieutenant turned his back, he was getting ready to shoot again, and then I struck. ripping his throat out with my teeth. as I say teeth my teeth slightly show which shows I have mutated canines that got sharper and longer from my experience I managed to slip out of my cuffs and take on the others then I untied the rest of my men, and for 2 years we fought in Dubai, stranded in left for dead, hitting from Target to Target. Hidden in the shadows and striking. And after all of them dropped we left. with our own two feet we walked out of the desert back to civilization, but we almost got captured so I threw myself into the bus so my men could pass, but because the organization that we fought against had ties to a government my government betrayed me. They tortured me and beat me, they worked on my face and when my face went numb they worked on my teeth. And when teeth came out they worked on my arms. Then my hands. Then my ribs. All the way down to my feet until I was broken. But I killed them and slipped out, tonight Rhonda rude with my men waiting to plan our next move. I say this was a smile that fades and my eyes become a cold stare something that you would see in traumatized military photos as I puff my cigar