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"Yeah, something like that" he said vaguely waving his hand. He'd lost his entire squad in a blown operation and been taken prisoner. They'd gotten him out after 3 long months. She didn't seem to have noticed the extra scars, the bulk of them were under his shirt but his arms still bore a couple. Thankfully she probably just thought they were from general combat. After that they'd promoted him and transferred him undercover to the regular infantry for this mission. "Wait, you lost your sight? Black hells, what happened?!" He shuddered, losing his sight was not something he'd wish on anyone, well maybe only a few people.

"Won't lie Kally, that's a hell of a story." He liked that nickname. He knew she didn't but he tended to be the only one who could get away with it. "Also, since when can you kick my ass. Fine, fine, except for long range marksmanship. Hell with those new lookers you've probably gotten even better" "Not that that should even be possible" He muttered.