I woke up, shivering. As I always flipping did. The rest of the unit were already halfway out the door for breakfast. Nice of them to wait for me, I thought sarcastically to myself. Wolf, who was last one out, saw me sitting up, and sneered; "didn't want to wake you from you beauty sleep double'o'nothing! Better hurry up, you wouldn't wanna get binned would you now?" And with that he left to go and catch up with the others, I can only assume.

I jumped out of bed and yawned. I hastily shoved on my day uniform and made my way to the food hall for a ridiculously early breakfast at this stupid hell hole.

As I trudged towards the hall, I could smell the mush, or food as some people called it, wafting out from there. I almost held my nose at the revolting smell, but the sergeant walked by and I decided against it.

I walked in and nobody noticed me. I grabbed a plate and stood behind the long line of men, but nobody noticed me. As the cook dumped mush onto my plate, he didn't even look up to see who it was. As I walked to the edge of the k-unit's assigned table, they didn't stir from their 'apparently' important conversation; they continued all whilst he eats the grotesque thing. It was like I wasn't there, like I was just imagining the hall but I was on a hill. Only I knew I was in hell on earth, or as some called it, SAS training camp Brecon Beacons. I hated it here. I never wanted to be here, and the units decided to make his life as bad as possible. Especially Wolf. That man teased me and made me miserable to no extent. They didn't know I had saved their lives (and the whole worlds!).I had probably saved their sorry ***** many times over the past 10 months. And I had paid a terrible price for it. I didn't fit in anywhere anymore. I was neither teenager nor adult. Neither SAS nor spy. I was alone. And I was the reason for the ones closest to me's deaths. It had started with Ian, hell it had started with my god damn parents. Then Ash. Then Jack. Then Sabina and her parents. Then Tom and his parents. Everyone. And it was my entire fault. If only I had stopped Ian from that 'special bank meeting' in Cornwall. It would all be alright and I would at home in Chelsea with Jack and Ian and Tom. But I hadn't stopped him. He HAD died. I DID say yes. Jack DID die. Tom DID die. Sabina DID die. Even Yassen died on me….

Tears brimmed on my eyes. Without continuing my mush I dumped it on the bin and sprinted away. I ran and ran until I was at the other side of the lake. I sat and brought my knees to my chin and wrapped my arms around them. And I cried.

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I stood at the outskirts of the shooting range. This would be the first time I shot in front of my unit; and so I was terrified. Not because they'd laugh at me for being super bad, no I wish it were that simple. I was terrified because when they saw I was a perfect shot, they would ask questions I couldn't answer, which would make them mad, especially Wolf. Cockroach, the shooting instructor, beckoned me over. It was my turn. I gulped and walked over, ignoring the sniggers from my lovely unit.

"Have you ever shot before Cub?" he asked.

"Yes sir" I wasn't gonna give this guy and explanation.

"Well then, dissemble and reassemble this gun before you shoot, oh and don't hurt yourself or shoot yourself, we wouldn't want that happening to our little Cub, would we now?" his tone was mocking, and it took all I had not to punch him in the face. And the men behind me, who was laughing.

"No sir, hand me the gun then sir" I said, emphasising the sir bit.

His eyes narrowed and he shoved a .99mm Browning hand gun at my chest, right at my bullet wound. I winced and stepped back, making him laugh, and the others, well even more.

I smiled to myself and dissembled then reassembled the gun in just less than 30 seconds. Everyone was staring at me now, no laughing anymore. I stood in my preferred shooting stance and shot the target. Dead on bulls eye. I repeated this 7 times till the gun was empty. It turned around to find 5 slightly angry and awed soldiers gaping open mouthed at me. There was silence, until the youngest soldier broke it.

"Where the hell did you learn to shoot like that cub!" Eagle exclaimed, very loudly.

"Classified" I practically growled.

Then it was Wolfs turn to growl.

Oh crap.

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