˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄.
𝒯ime is the 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 of all 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 . what it doesn't 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 , it alters beyond 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 . .
Lucas Jacobson
what we believe shapes who we are.
( TW : mentions of child abuse )As the oldest of only two children, Lucas was protective of his younger sister, often taking the blame for any mistakes or incidents that drew out the man’s wrath to save his sister from the beatings. Keep her safe from the cruel hand of the man that was supposed to be their father. Their mother could not protect them. From a young age, he had been the one to protect his mother and sister. Until, shortly after he’d reached 18, he had fought back during one such occurrence of violence.Having returned home, he’d found his sister curled up in her room crying, face bruised. That had been the first time he’d physically stood up to their father, almost beating the sh/t out of him. It was only a year later, after a fight had resulted in the man’s shoulder being dislocated when Lucas had come to the defense of his mother, that their father had finally realised he wouldn’t be allowed to mess with them anymore, that Lucas wasn’t taking anymore of his sh/t, that the man abandoned his family.Despite all the abuse and trauma they had gone through, his mother still cried for nights afterwards. She had truly loved the man their father had been before it had all started, a man Lucas had barely known and his sister had never met. Love hurt, even when it was the love of someone who had been long since dead. That man had died years ago, only a shell had been left behind.With the relief now that their father wasn’t in the picture anymore and that his family was no longer in danger, Lucas had finally turned his attention on what he wanted to do. Having spent so many years defending his sister and mother, he had never focused on what he wanted to do with his life. At first, he’d thought he’d have no clue, that it would take him some time. But it didn’t take him long for his interest to be drawn to the army, enlisting once he was certain his family would be safe, despite his sister begging him not to leave. It had taken some time to get through to his mother that she needed to be there for her daughter, now that Lucas wasn’t going to be around. The day he left was perhaps what he thought was one of the hardest days of his life, his sister clinging onto him, trying to show how proud she was of him, when the sadness and fear was all too clear in her eyes. His mother, small remnants of mourning still there, but proud of her son.It took him many years of hard work, but he soon found himself in the special forces, and then eventually reaching the rank of colonel. He’d kept in communication with his sister as best he could, sending letters home in times when he couldn’t contact them any other way. Despite the conflicts that showed a world still not done with war, he felt like he was where he was meant to be. That he wouldn’t want to have chosen any other path. His squad was a tight-knit group, loyalty earned through the many years they’d worked together. Even falling in love. Tessa had been one of his closest friends from training, though she wasn’t special forces, the squad had welcomed her to join them when exercising or relaxing on base, as well as parties outside of base. It hadn’t been long before Lucas and her had gotten together.And then everything had gone wrong.
The Accident
peace is an illusion.
His squad, along with other army members, Tessa included, had been redirected to work alongside S.H.I.E.L.D., unknowingly controlled by H.Y.D.R.A., when they weren’t needed by special forces or the army for missions. It had been during this time that Lucas had unintentionally uncovered information regarding the hidden works of H.Y.D.R.A. when he’d accidentally walked in on two operatives. He’d managed to make it out without any noise, presumably without being noticed. But he had.Having sent a message to his commanding officer, unknowingly never received due to interference by H.Y.D.R.A. agents, he’d then gone to one of the senior officers of S.H.I.E.L.D., asking to speak to the director, however forced to relay the warning of potential corruption within the agency to the officer instead. A fatal mistake that would end up costing not just him.Told not to do anything further on the matter, so as to not chance the potential corrupted officers noticing his knowledge of their actions if his allegations were correct, Lucas had initially obeyed. However, when it seemed nothing was happening to deal with the corrupted members of the agency, he’d taken it into his own hands, sick of sitting around waiting for a result. Interfering with operations run by members he’d confirmed to be traitors, though always ensuring it was an effort done by himself, so as to not involve his team should things go south. A precaution that, unfortunately, didn’t save them.They’d been tasked with a new mission, his squad, Tessa and a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. He hadn’t thought anything was out of the normal, given the agents were new members, no doubt tagging along to get some on-field experience for a mission that wasn’t going to be high-risk. They hadn’t seemed to be corrupted. He should’ve seen it coming. The mission had been an infiltrate and retrieve information, though Lucas was also taking the advantage of it looking to be a potential H.Y.D.R.A. base. The order having come from agents he hadn’t known were working for H.Y.D.R.A., who had set them up for an ambush. To get rid of him before he uncovered something they couldn’t sweep under the rug.It was perhaps his secret additional mission on the side to explore deeper into the base for further information that perhaps saved his life. When they’d first been attacked, their only warning had been the smoke grenades. He’d headed back as soon as he heard them calling over the radio. It was as he was on his way back to help them, going first to where Tessa had been trying to back one of the lingering new agents away from the mess, when the device had gone off, killing everyone and sending him flying. Whilst he’d been far enough to survive, he hadn’t been far enough to escape severe injury, having taken severe damage to his head and left side when he’d jumped in front of Tessa to take the brunt of the blast.When he’d come to, he’d heard rummaging through the rubble, glint of light against a metal arm and then a rifle being raised to his head. Pinned under rubble, too disorientated from the blast and the pain, he’d barely stayed awake enough to see another quickly stepping up to order the soldier to hold his fire. But he’d been awake long enough to watch a point be made. Told of how he’d been given the chance to turn his back and drop it. That there were consequences. In the form of watching Tessa being dragged out of the rubble, bleeding and too injured to fight back. The agent ensuring Lucas was still awake, ignoring his faint pleas, struggling to free himself, even as the pain overwhelmed him. Eyelids fluttering before they slipped shut, fading into darkness. But not before he’d see them shoot her in the head.
Доброе утро, солдат
and no matter how tranquil the world seems, peace doesn't last long.
The details of the incident were false, everyone included in the mission declared as traitors, terrorists. Except the new agents who had in truth been H.Y.D.R.A.. Everyone reported dead, Jacobson included. That would be the last known record of the man. No memorial given to a traitor, even if his record would speak against the idea of a traitor to his country. A record that was swept up, somehow lost.He’d survived by being far enough from the blast, but he’d still suffered severely. The damage to his head had fractured his skull, damage to his brain requiring chips to be implanted to ensure he could still function. Another into the back of his neck, inserted to replace the missing part of a vertebrae to ensure his spinal cord was protected, even if the chip itself was attached to the spinal cord as well. It had taken time to stabilize him, almost being lost twice during the surgeries.Severe blood loss, loss of part of his left arm with severe trauma to his left side and leg as well, it was debated as to whether it would be worth it to be wasting the resources. But the amnesia when he’d awoken had been one point in favor of keeping him alive, making it easier to start the process when he was already in a state of lost memories, in addition to his experience in the special forces, and a likely candidate to survive the most recent attempt of replicating the serum, altered from the version retrieved from Howard Stark. Once he recovered from his injuries and was under their control, of course.With recent developments in medical and cybernetics over the years working in the shadow of S.H.I.E.L.D., his lost limb was reconstructed with current state of the art cybernetics, additional cybernetics used on parts of his side, back and leg to replace and reinforce vital points of protection, though skin was grafted over these particular points, leaving only his left arm the clear sign of any cybernetic enhancements. With the chips integrated into the damaged parts of his brain, they served an extra aid as an additional control, an option to not necessarily replace the need for trigger words but as a secondary state of control. Shortly after Jacobson’s recovery, whilst the amnesia still remained, did the procedure start to have him join the Winter Soldier program, though it wasn’t until a few months after full recovery that he was injected with the Super Soldier Serum.With the addition of the device to ensure his memories were wiped and the installation of his own trigger words, the chips installed into the damaged parts of his brain and into the back of his neck also allowed for better control, as well as altering his dopamine levels and such to ensure a completely emotionless soldier. No chance of losing him to any remaining family members or familiar faces that might chance reawakening his memories.
Cole
a man who never loves gives no hostage to fortune.
Before H.Y.D.R.A.’s fall, he was held in and out of ice, accumulating kills throughout the years, though with no comparison to the Winter Soldier’s count. At the time Steve Rogers took down H.Y.D.R.A. and the Winter Soldier escaped, he had been on ice in another country, too far away to be awoken, set up and transported to aid in the conflict. Having few records of him being kept had resulted in the lack of knowledge of his existence by many, little enough knowledge to not be found in the events of the following years. It would be a few years until he would be awakened again, by loyalists wanting to see H.Y.D.R.A. rebuilt to its former glory, with a soldier that was still under their control. To pick off their enemies so they would rise again.It was during a mission that would finally see him freed, at least for now, of H.Y.D.R.A.’s control, in a fight that had resulted in him being exposed to high enough voltages so as to stall the chips in his brain. Having escaped from the fight after killing the target, he had returned moments before the agents were caught. Having been surveying the situation, he had quickly kept his presence scarce, allowing himself the chance to quickly retreat without notice.With no one to ensure control of the soldier, he soon disappeared again, the freedom strange to him for he had no memory of a time when he wasn’t following orders. No memories of who he had been before H.Y.D.R.A. Memories that would perhaps one day return, but for now, lie dormant still. Eventually, given the agents having some of the few records on him in their possession at the time of their capture, the soldier started to be hunted by S.H.I.E.L.D., believed to be a still active threat. Which he was, to those who didn’t leave him alone.Making a new life for himself, he works as a mercenary for hire, going by the name of Cole. A man that doesn’t trust, a man that doesn’t care for anyone else but himself.
The Writer
you are not making mistakes, you are not losing.
Hi! #вℓυєнσяηєт here, though I go by blue for short.- 23 as of 2023.
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