This is where the tale begins. Scrottie was an expert mercenary. His name brought laughter along with fear, thus because he never met anyone he couldn't kill for someone so young who lost so much in so little time he was a wall he was strong when he needed be and he knew courage when there shouldn't be . The vast battlefields where he made his home were violent and the battles fierce .
The vast amounts of blood brought by his hand would make any normal person sick to their stomach . He found his brother dead along with many friends that's why he didn't make new ones .
Along with the great war he has fought many campaigns often ones he couldn't talk about .He met a man he was reluctant to acknowledge by the name of Trey . Despite his reluctance they became friends most would call them brothers .
It wasn't until years after they had been separated that Scrottie came back along with the band of brothers he brought back .Many of the men had been on the frontline and seen horrible tragedies . Such as losing entire body parts the crew kept each other company along with sanity .