Jake Muller pasó la mayor parte de su adolescencia como mercenario luchando en la primera línea de fuego de múltiples conflictos mundiales. Los miembros del primer grupo de mercenarios al que se unió le enseñaron todo lo que necesitaba saber sobre el combate armando y el combate cuerpo a cuerpo.
Su profesor era estricto y exigente, pero le trataba como a un hijo. Por eso. Jake empezó a sentir cariño por él, un sentimiento que solo había experimentado con su madre. Por desgracia, ese mercenario resultó ser en realidad un agente doble que traicionó a todo el grupo.
Tras ser traicionado por el hombre que fue como un padre para él, Jake decidió que solo c*+onfiaría en la única persona que no le había decepcionado nunca: él mismo. Toda compasión que albergaba su corazón se esfumó mientras cabalgaba de guerra en guerra como soldado de fortuna.
Jake Muller spent most of his teenage years as a mercenary, fighting on the front lines of countless conflicts the world over.
The first group of mercenaries he joined taught him everything he needed to know about armed and unarmed combat. His trainer was strict and demanding, but treated him almost like a son, and Jake found himself able to feel a sense of attachment to him, something he had only previously felt for his mother. Unfortunately, that mercenary was actually a double agent who sold out the whole unit.
After being betrayed by his father figure, Jake put his faith in the only person who had never let him down—himself. Any compassion in his heart was lost, and he drifted from war to war as a soldier of fortune.
Jake was 17 at the time. He and only one other person on the team survived the incident. Below is a testimony made by that other survivor.
Yeah, I remember it.
About three years ago, we were in South America and our so-called captain was in bed with the enemy. We were surrounded before we knew it. We tried to fight, but there was just too many of 'em, so we started droppin' like flies, one by one till it was just Jake and me.
They put away their guns—tryin' to save ammo I guess—and came at Jake with knives. He was out of bullets, but he still stood his ground. Helluva thing to see; I couldn't believe how strong and intense he was. But reinforcements came eventually and saved us at the last minute. The kid put up a good fight, but he was a mess because of the whole thing.
He don't trust no one since then. I guess he really thought highly of that traitor.