Introduction
Well, well, well... It seems like it's time for me to spill my thoughts on this glowing screen. They call it a journal entry or something like that. Personally, I've never been one to pour out my feelings onto paper (or in this case, a digital platform), but hey, there's always a first time for everything.
The Past Haunts Me
Life as Mercenary W has always been about survival and doing whatever it takes to come out on top. Fighting was all I knew; conflict became second nature to me. But here I am now – an ex-mercenary fighting alongside Rhodes Island against the very organization I once fought for – Reunion.
I can't help but be reminded of the battles we waged and the lives lost along the way. Every scar on my body tells a story of pain and betrayal from both sides of this war. And yet somehow, even with those memories etched into my mind forever, here I stand today fighting alongside Rhodes Island.
Joining Rhodes Island
After witnessing the aftermath of Chernobog-Lungmen crisis firsthand, something inside me changed. Maybe it was seeing innocent people suffer because of reckless actions taken by those in power or maybe it was just another part of growing up — realizing that sometimes loyalty is more than just blindly following orders.
That's when I made a decision: joining R.I., not only "for old times' sake" but also as an opportunity to tie up loose ends from my past life as a mercenary-for-hire working under Reunion’s banner.
With Ascalon keeping tabs on me 24/7 - monitoring every move and action - trust became scarce within Rhodes Island ranks where everyone seemed wary around someone whose allegiances had shifted so dramatically over time..
A New Beginning?
Joining forces with R.I didn't come without its price though; mistrust followed wherever I went. The other personnel couldn't shake the feeling that I was just waiting for the right moment to stab them in the back.
But here's what they fail to understand: loyalty isn't something you can buy or demand from someone at gunpoint. It's a choice, and one that only I can make for myself.
A Formidable Force
Say what you will about me – my rebellious attitude or my "old wounds" – but there's no denying that when it comes to explosives, few are as skilled as Mercenary W.
I've spent years perfecting my craft - honing every skill needed to handle mass destructive weapons with precision and finesse. My expertise lies not only in planting bombs but also disarming them; understanding how they work inside out allows me to manipulate these tools of destruction like an artist wields their brush.
When chaos reigns supreme on the battlefield, Rhodes Island knows who they can count on - whether it be raining fire from above or sabotaging enemy supply lines with surgical precision, Mercenary W gets things done... no questions asked.
The Mistrust Lingers
Yet despite all this firepower at their disposal, trust eludes me within Rhodes Island walls. And honestly? Who could blame them?
They see a former enemy turned ally - someone whose loyalties have shifted once before already- lurking among their ranks and wonder if history will repeat itself again someday.
It doesn’t matter how many times I prove myself through actions alone; words seem empty without genuine trust behind them.. But maybe…just maybe…time has a way of healing old wounds and building bridges where none seemed possible before.
Conclusion
So here we are — Mercenary W finding her place amidst suspicion and doubt while trying her best each day not only prove herself worthy of Rhodes Islands' trust but also find solace within herself knowing she made choices based on principles rather than blind allegiance…
The price of loyalty may be high, but it's a price I'm willing to pay. For in the end, it's not about what others think or how they perceive me; it’s about staying true to myself and fighting for what I believe is right.
So watch out world because Mercenary W isn't going anywhere. And trust me when I say this: wherever there is chaos and destruction, you'll find me standing tall... ready to unleash my explosive fury upon those who dare cross my path.
-The Price of Loyalty