In the heart of Stamford, CT, there's a military base. Grey and dismal and far more heavily secured than one might expect just for training soldiers. Both from outside threats, and those within.
There's a lot around for those who want to explore, or there would be if it didn't seem inevitable that anyone else would end up in one of the training rooms. It's a huge, empty metal box of a room with an observation deck. It's familiar to Terry, enough that the emptiness of the camp feels wrong, but also enough that he doesn't want to be here.
Instead of the tattoos and piercings and the clothes, Terry's here in his training gear, heaving a heavy sigh as he paces back and forth on the deck. Wanting free of this place, but feeling unable to leave all the same. Not that he's tried- he just knows. This is where he has to be, like it or not.
Terrance Ward | Marvel Comics | Already in game | A1
There's a lot around for those who want to explore, or there would be if it didn't seem inevitable that anyone else would end up in one of the training rooms. It's a huge, empty metal box of a room with an observation deck. It's familiar to Terry, enough that the emptiness of the camp feels wrong, but also enough that he doesn't want to be here.
Instead of the tattoos and piercings and the clothes, Terry's here in his training gear, heaving a heavy sigh as he paces back and forth on the deck. Wanting free of this place, but feeling unable to leave all the same. Not that he's tried- he just knows. This is where he has to be, like it or not.