If there was ever a man born for his job it was Van Morgan, he was a natural motivator and had a keen eye to spot a person’s ability and their thresholds.
He was a risk taker, he loved the thrill of life but most of all loved service.
Naturally he joined the armed forces as soon as he was allowed, he was an exemplary student, he studied hard and trained even harder, he motivated his peers and drove his team from within.
He served through 3 campaigns, each very successful with Van’s unit the best of the Special Forces, they survived through the extremes of the elements and pain thresholds of the charts.
Unfortunately for Van though, he was captured on a solo mission of this last campaign and during his capture he was tortured to give up information, as Van’s team were so heavily motivated by this man they refused to let him suffer at the hands of the enemy and planned a magnificent rescue, one that Van would be proud of. They managed to rescue Van and destroy all of his captors but not before they had removed one of Van’s legs, 2 fingers and one of his eyes.
The military though didn’t want to lose Van and he didn’t wish to retire so they placed him where his guidance and experience could reap the most benefit, Van was made a drill sergeant.
Van was the meanest looking drill sergeant in history, two fingers missing on his right hand (the trigger and the bird), an eye patch (he refused the painful ocular implants) and a cybernetic leg.
But he was a natural, he could see the good in people.
One of his fondest students was what you would commonly call a clutz, young Private McNeil would get himself into such a tangle with things, but he’d try so hard, Van had a soft spot for him.
Van gave him a nickname, he called him ‘Wrench’ and private McNeil was told it was because he was tougher than tough nuts but really Van called him that because he was as dumb as a wrench but a useful tool. He told ‘Wrench’ to go to the motor pool for his chance at service, so ‘Wrench did just that.
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