Super soldier system in Marvel

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- I want to touch John's arse so badly..." the female soldier said sadly as she stood on the tower and gazed out into the vast distance. - He should have been capricious enough to go out on patrol, now he's turned into a burnt vegetable. He's scary to look at.

- Don't say that Casey, John's our mate! - clapped the woman on the shoulder with a young girl standing next to her.

- Something about when you fucked him and he resisted, you didn't think he was a mate then, ha ha ha ha!

- Shut up, you yourself pounced on him all the time! I only did it once!

- I'm actually surprised that guy is still alive. When they brought him to us, the medical staff didn't give him more than three days. They took him straight to the dead and left him there to die," Casey took the binoculars away from her eyes and looked at the girl standing next to her. - It's been two months and he's still fighting for his life, I heard his vitals normalised about two weeks ago. He might even be able to survive until the rescue helicopter arrives, and then he'll be hospitalised at the main base, and from there to the homeland.

- Even if he survives, what's he gonna do now? I heard that his sexual organ was damaged. Now nobody will marry him and he won't get any privileges for men either because of the lack of a sexual organ. Can his existence after that be called life at all? - The girl said worriedly, looking at the older woman.

- This is the fault of those damn male activists who wanted more rights and freedoms. They got permission to serve in the army, and you can see the result. A man decides to be a strong warrior and gets hurt on his first outing. We already have a shortage of them in this country, so they decided to die on the battlefield.

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Pretending to be the living dead, August lay on a medical bed. The thin hands of a nurse carefully changed the bandages on his body. This procedure took place every day, for the first month his burns needed constant care. Wounds swelled and burst, bandages soaked with mucus and blood in a matter of hours.

His ability to regenerate was working to the point of exhaustion. It took a month and a half to repair his eye and another half month to repair his body. Outwardly, his body didn't change in any way, it was still burned and showed no signs of improvement. But that was only on the outside, on the inside of his body he had restored normal organ function. The hearing in one ear was still missing, as was the right scorched eye. There was no point in wasting time on the ear yet, but the right eye was a separate story.

It turns out that August had been "very" lucky. The left eye, which he had started to repair a couple of months ago, was not completely burned out and would be able to recover after a few years of intensive recuperation therapy. The right eye was far worse. The explosion of the thermobaric shell had hit the right side of his body, his face slightly turned towards the blast at that moment. His right eye was hit hard and simply fused, deflating. Upon arrival at the base, his fused eye was simply removed so there would be no complications or infections from the dead flesh in the eye socket.

The level one regeneration he'd received couldn't regrow missing organs and limbs. In other words, his regeneration was nothing compared to that of Deadpool, the red-bellied, tailless mercenary, or the same Wolverine, the booing superhero.

August didn't despair, he had a system. With it he could regain his lost right eye and fully restore his body.

The nurse finished bandaging Augustus and left him, leaving him alone in the room. Listening to his surroundings, the man made sure no one was around. Carefully removing the bandage from his face, he painfully opened his left eye and looked around. His surroundings were hazy and blurry, like the vision of a minus five. Although he had recovered his eye, but the vision of this eye had fallen greatly.

Augustus was happy even with this vision, for it was the first time he had seen something in two months. Looking round with interest, the man took note of everything. He was now in a large tent, and inside the tent was divided into small rooms by curtains.

Quietly he got up from his bunk and walked to the curtain separating him from his neighbour and opened it a little, looking inside.

- Fucking hell, it's a corpse," the man cursed under his breath and pushed the curtain aside and walked over to the other one. Behind the other curtain was the same situation. - Yeah, I don't have a sense of smell either, I've only just noticed. These corpses should smell normal, but I can't smell anything.

When he got back to his bunk, the man sat down on it and asked himself a rational question: what to do and how to be? In two months he'd had almost all of poor John's memory transferred to him. What the man-hungry girls had done to him in the army... August wanted to strangle that bastard John. I don't know why, but August was jealous of the dead guy.

John joined the army out of patriotic sentiment. It's unclear why the boy couldn't stay at home. In this world, men were highly valued and a handsome boy like John was a boy in high demand. Instead of his beautiful future he joined the army, thinking he would become a hero and return home as a combat veteran, proving that not only women are capable of such work.

On arrival at the base instead of exploits John was met by hundreds of hungry girls, who used him for three months as a sexual partner. The guy resisted in every possible way, but no one listened to him. Having resigned himself to sexual harassment and sexual violence, John accepted his fate and having greased himself to the commander got permission for morning patrols near the base. This was his way of proving his worth as a soldier. Who knew that this was the moment when the Afghan terrorists would decide to attack? Anyway, John died an ignominious death.

- Yes, we should definitely get out of this women's BDSM club, some of the female soldiers had some really sick preferences....

[Mission received!

Escape from Shawshank.

Description: Escape from the military base and take a job as a mercenary.

Reward: Defstroke's combat experience and character knowledge.]

- System, are you playing along? Thank you.

After scouting the situation with his half-blind eye and half-deaf ear, Augustus walked back out into the corridor. His entire body was covered in bandages, in fact, these bandages served as his clothes. The man knew the base area well, thanks to John's memories. There were several inconspicuous loopholes through which one could get out. They were sometimes used by girl soldiers to get out to the city to the locals and buy alcohol from them.

To make a successful escape you needed clothes, some kind of military uniform. All the loopholes from the base were in remote places and the way to them was almost through the whole base. Clothes were needed for camouflage.

The clothing issue was solved quickly. At the entrance to the tent were shelves with personal belongings of the deceased. Women's and men's military uniforms were almost no different from each other, August took the clean uniform of a private. He was also concerned about how he would live for the first time in the non-base, so he searched all the other drawers. A total of three thousand two hundred and two hundred and fifty-three dollars was found. The local population, because of the unstable internal situation and the fluctuating exchange rate of their currency, willingly used dollars. Food and water thanks to this money the man will provide himself for the first time.

Hiding his bandages behind his uniform and covering his disfigured face with a baseball cap, August stealthily made his way to the nearest manhole. Behind the large tent that served as the mess tent was a small gap in the barbed fence. It was cleverly covered by a pile of rubbish.

After a two-month recovery, August's characteristics were half restored. After a little sweat, he dragged away all the piled rubbish and used the hole in the fence to get out.

- Now I'm a free man! The only thing left to do was to somehow get a job as a mercenary and complete the task given by the system. After that, I could deal with my system in peace.

Leaving the military base, August went to the nearest empty village. There he got some local clothes and changed his clothes, shedding his military uniform. There were some problems with the local language, the locals did not know English. He had to spend a thousand dollars and hire a chaperone for a few weeks.

He learnt from the hired woman that there was a mercenary camp somewhere in the south of the country. The US organised it to fight terrorists with the support of the local population. Anyone can get a job there.

Having stocked up on food and water for a few weeks, August used his escort's connections and bought himself a shabby-looking Kalashnikov. There were a lot of firearms circulating among the local population and buying a AK with a couple of magazines for five hundred dollars was easy.

Armed, with food and water, August used the map to head south to the mercenary base.

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