In the sterile, futuristic confines of a sci-fi hospital room, a man lay motionless on a futuristic hospital bed.
The room, bathed in a cool blue light, hummed softly with the rhythmic beeping of advanced medical equipment.
This wasn't an ordinary patient at 180 centimeters tall, his muscular and ripped physique was a testament to years of rigorous training and combat.
Despite his youthful, lady killer c*ucasian features, there were signs that told a different story, basically, his face and body didn't match at all, one couldn't help but have an Impression that the man was a child soldier despite his wild and lush white beard.
Because that was the only logical way to explain his appearance that didn't make sense.
Long, white hair flowed down to his broad shoulders, contrasting starkly against his pale skin, which bore the scars of battles, occasional bullet wounds, knife slashes, and shrapnel marks etched into his tattooed flesh like a macabre tapestry.
Two nurses who could be considered absolute bombshells by 21 st century standards but were only above average looking In the 23 rd century dressed in professional attire moved around the room, their glass see through holo tablets glowing faintly as they checked the man's vitals.
The see-through screens projected his medical data in mid-air, allowing the nurses to interact with the information in real time.
One of the nurses, a tall woman with auburn hair tied into a neat bun, glanced at her colleague, a petite blonde with a cheerful demeanor.
"That's a military grade anti aging serum for you alright"
The auburn-haired nurse remarked, her voice tinged with awe as she studied the man's slightly above average by 21st century standard height, muscular and ripped body which couldn't be hidden under the patient's gown and the blanket covering him.
"No kidding,"
The blonde nurse replied, her eyes showing a tinge of disbelief.
"I'm more surprised at the fact that the UNOE(United Nations of E*rth) even sold their military grade anti aging serum which Is strictly reserved for OISTs(Orbital Insertion Strike Troopers) to our company in the first place."
"Hmm, I guess him being a veteran of 25 years of UN(United N*tions)member countries armed forces smoothed things over,"
The auburn-haired nurse said, glancing at the man's rusted, mangled dog tags resting between his bulky pectorals whose right one was fully tattooed with parts of the left one and his right trapezius.
The tags had a shade of crimson that had seeped deeply Into the alloy, likely from the blood of battles long past.
The blonde nurse leaned in, her eyes scanning the tags.
"By the way for the record, he's only 50 years old biologically, though, so by our current day's life expectancy standards which are up to 122 years he Is still young"
The blonde commented while licking her lips seductively.
"What are you thinking about seducing him?"
The auburn-haired nurse asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Why not I mean he must be filthy rich If he could afford to freeze himself In a cryo pod for this long"
The blonde replied shrugging her shoulders, as she did suddenly the man's eyelids fluttered slightly, a faint groan escaping his parched lips.
Both nurses turned their attention back to him, their expressions shifting from curiosity to professionalism.
The blonde nurse touched a holographic button on her holographic tablet, initiating a series of diagnostic scans.
"He's waking up,"
She said, her voice calm but firm.
"Vitals are stabilizing."
The man's eyes slowly opened, revealing piercing red irises that seemed to be devoid of any emotions with a hint of murderousness like an apex predator stalking Its prey.
He looked around, his gaze settling on the two nurses as It did the two nurses felt their hearts skip a beat as they subconsciously took a step back.
"Where... am I?"
He asked coldly, his voice raspy from disuse only to grab his head In pain with his right fully tattooed arms hand.
"No who am I?"
The man asked only to realize that he didn't even know his own name yet despite that the man remained frightingly calm compared to other patients who would become hysterical on the spot often harming the nurses and themselves In the process.
"You're in SCMC(Second Chances Mega Corporations) medical facility, sir, you've been asleep for almost one hundred seventy years"
The auburn-haired nurse replied gently studying the man's every move, ready to administer a tranquilizer by the press of her tablet holographic button If needed because 99 percent of patients would become highly aggressive due to their short term memory loss which was a side effect of prolonged cryostasis.
Yet to their continuous surprise, the man just continued to stare at them with those crimson eyes of his as If waiting for them to continue explaining his situation so they did.
"You're name Is Dracula Von Death, you were born on 2001-10-27 to Erica Von Death, enlisted at the age of twenty, and got discharged to active reserve at the age of 46, In 2051 you put yourself Into a cryo pod until now"
Hearing this the man took a deep breath while closing his eyes, his chest rising and falling steadily.
"Yeah the memories are flooding In, bits of It at least,"
He muttered as he lowered his hand and kept his eyes closed while gritting his teeth In pain which was the result of his brain going hyperactive as Its dormant memories surfaced one after another.
Seeing this the blonde nurse chuckled softly.
"Well, I'll be dammed the military men are really built differently especially the ones from almost two centuries back"
Hearing this the other nurse couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Sir If you want to we can administer some painkillers to help with the pain"
The auburn haired one suggested only to see the man shake his head.
"No need just leave me alone..."
The man muttered while continuing to grit his teeth.
"Very well sir, If you need anything just shout, and we will come running straight away"
The blonde said as they left the room giving the man a last sideways glance who laid back down on his bed while the memory roller coaster pounded his head.
He first remembered the entirety of his childhood which was of a single mother raising him up along with his abusive stepfather because his ex criminal biological father had a lot of problems that he just couldn't put past him resulting In him being kicked out, despite how f*cked up his father was deep down, he never raised a hand against his mother the man had a heart of saint but he also had a lot of problems yet life was a b*tch so he had what he had.
Then he remembered his teenage years which were marked by a rebellious period which Included him meeting his lifelong friends that he considered more of brothers than blood ones.
His first time smoking a cigarette, getting drunk, the first time he bloodied his knuckles and face, the call of nature In a form or raging hormones, and eventual loss of V card with the help of his friends who were the best wingmen one could ask for.
He experienced all of this in the company of his friends who over the years had built an Iron bond that would break first before bending.
Then at the age of twenty, Dracula enlisted in the military together with his friends and the military life suited him, unlike his friends who after completing their 9 months of mandatory service got out.
Yet unlike them, he thrived In the military his natural born soldier aptitude made him quickly rise through the ranks, earning piles of recommendations from his soldiers, brothers In arms, and superiors alike.
First an army grunt, then a panzer grenadier, then the paratrooper core after that special forces operations, and finally black operations forces.