The day after Y/N applied to join the army, he was taken to the training camp for his physical and medical examinations. There was no problem with his medical, he was a completely healthy however his physical test was much more interesting now Y/N was in good shape for someone his age so he was slightly dumbfounded that he had managed to not only pass but with flying colours even surpassing what the other army hopefuls were doing.

Despite his initial surprise to his physical prowess, his accomplishments only fueled his arrogance and ego which from that day forward only grew bigger once he was enlisted as a Private in the army.

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9 years later

The year was 1913 and Y/N was now 27 years old well that's what his age was on his Army application in reality he was actually 25 years old, he was still in His Majesty's Army and had been promoted all the way up to Captain not that it was a surprise to Y/N particularly, the unfortunate part of being Captain was the increased responsibilities which annoyed Y/N to no end. During his time in the military, he had massively honed his skills in the handling of firearms and hand to hand combat to points where they were at almost master levels, Y/N had raw natural talent when it came to fighting.

Back to the scene, Y/N was currently sitting in an armoured car with his team of lower ranking soldiers. They were in Marseille, France searching for a man named Laurent De Paul, a French national who was the leader of an independent group that had captured and killed dozens of English soldiers, the orders were to locate any soldiers that they find and to capture De Paul.

Y/N looked at his small team of seven soldiers with him "Right then fellas, we're getting near their base. So we're gonna go in, kill a fuckload of people and come out with the putain de connard that's fucking asshole for those of you that don't speak French and get the fuck back out. Everyone got it?" The seven soldiers looked at him skepticism about the man leading the mission, this wasn't language they were expecting from their superior. Despite Y/N's enhanced training, his attitude has always remained the same - arrogant, light-hearted and witty a combination which annoyed his superiors and colleagues to seemingly no end.

After another ten minutes of driving, Captain L/N's team were not far from the base that Laurent De Paul was located at. He and his team exited their armoured vehicle and trenched on towards the base. Y/N had a Short Magazine Lee Enfield (SMLE) which was the standard British rifle coupled with dual M1911 pistols with two 1913 trench knives for the possibility of hand to hand combat.

Y/N and the seven soldiers planted themselves outside of the base, there were roughly forty armed guards there. Y/N's team got into their attack formation with the Captain spearheading it before whisper announcing to his team "Alright fellas, Assholes and Elbows. Now let's fuck some shit up."

Y/N fired his rifle at a French guard hitting him in the side of the head causing blood to splatter from the hole created by the bullet. Thanks to the sound of the gunshot, everyone's attention on both sides was heightened and CARNAGE (spoiler?) ensued.

Y/N had killed fifteen guards by himself as he ducked behind cover to reload his rifle, he saw that three of his teammates were dead which angered him greatly with the evidence shown directly on his face.

Y/N came out of cover along with the rest of his team as they continued to fire at the French guards with Y/N killing another eight however they returned by killing the rest of his team but one - a young 19 year old Private named Edward Hastings, a baby faced blonde boy with green eyes, he was valiant in his efforts of supporting Captain L/N. Hastings and L/N managed to finish off the rest of the guards with Y/N taking note of his fallen teammates.

"Captain, they're all dead" Private Hastings shakily said with the trauma clear on his face as he wiped a small tear that had formed out of his right eye. Opposite to Hastings reaction, Y/N had an extremely pissed off expression as he angrily said to the young soldier "Come on Private, fight now mourn later, we have a mission to complete!" Y/N shouldered his rifle after reloading and walking stealthily towards the base's entrance with the young private following suit.

The two got to the door which Y/N kicked open and had a quick look inside "Clear!" He whisper yelled to Hastings who nodded in response as he followed the Captain inside.

They searched door to door the small base for Dr Paul but with no success until they came across a biggish room which had De Paul along with six more guards inside. They immediately started firing but Y/N managed to exit the room without getting hit whilst keeping the door open in order for Hastings to fire at the hostiles, for a young soldier he was handling himself surprisingly well by killing three of the guards, Y/N managed to kill the three other guards leaving just De Paul on his own who attempted to shoot Y/N with his own pistol but was met with a shot from Y/N in his shooting hand causing him to yell out in pain and drop his gun.

"Alright Baby Face, contain him" Y/N ordered as Private Hastings huffed at the nickname causing Y/N to smirk. Y/N reloaded his pistol with another magazine as the young private we t over to De Paul.

Hastings did as his commanding officer said and went to contain Dr Paul who was lying face down wincing in pain at being shot in his hand with the other underneath him, once Hastings rolled him over to pick him up something happened.

BANG!!

Time completely slowed as Y/N snapped his head to find the source of the noise. He saw Hastings collapse to the floor as Laurent had shot him with a gun he had been concealing "NOOOOO!!!" Y/N screamed at the top of his lungs as he fired a shot into the shooter's stomach before running and kicking the gun out of the De Paul's reach.

Y/N ran over to the fallen soldier and he held him in his arms as the young private coughed, Y/N looked and saw that he had been shot straight in the heart as the thick crimson substance was pouring out of the wound "I'm gonna have to apply pressure to the wound, now I know it's gonna hurt." Y/N attempted to calmly explain it was received by Hastings gripping onto Y/N's left arm "It does.... doesn't hurt" he shuddered.

Hastings eyes began to steadily close every now and then "Stay awake Edward! You have to keep your eyes open!" He loudly instructed Edward who was fading in and out of consciousness at this point "Please....please don't let me go.....I love it being......in the army" Edward was shakily saying every word, hearing the fear in Ed's voice was horrible for Y/N as deep down he knew there was nothing he could do "I'll try Ed" the young private softly smiled at his Captain before saying "You're....a good Captain Y/N don't........let...... anyone.......tell.......you........ different." Y/N smiled at his sentiment before hearing a long breath leave Ed's body.

Y/N took his hand off Ed's wound and tried shaking him awake but with no success. He was dead, his whole team was dead.

"FUCKKKK!!!!" Y/N screamed in the air as he got to his feet as he stopped screaming he heard faint chuckling, this caused Y/N to stop stone dead in his tracks and shift slowly towards the source of the chuckling and saw Laurent was the culprit before speaking in a thick French accent "You're whole team is dead Monsieur and it's all because of you" After the French man's statement he pulled out his gun and fired a bullet straight through his head before emptying the entire clip into his head.

Y/N sat down next to Hastings body and shuddered as he fully awoke to the carnage that had ensued.

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When Y/N got back to London three days later, he was still internally shaken up but didn't let it show. When he explained what had happened to his superiors, they were beyond furious and Y/N was arrested for the responsibility of letting seven soldiers die under his command and also for murder of Laurent De Paul as he was unarmed and injured.

Y/N was being court martialed and was sent for trial only a couple of weeks later. The judge named Lieutenant General Arthur Bromley looked at Captain L/N who was restrained by handcuffs sitting on a wooden chair with two soldiers either side of him. Bromley eyed up the defendant "Captain L/N your record as soldier is impeccable which is the only reason you have ranked up as you have but your attitude is not something this army agrees with." Bromley turns towards the jury "How do you find Captain L/N accused of murder and the being responsible for his squad's deaths."

A man in his early forties with jet black hair stood up and looked at Y/N "Guilty!" He said with conviction ironically and yet when those words came out of his mouth all Y/N could do was chuckle.

Judge Bromley looked at Y/N with a slight smirk "Y/N M/N L/N you have been found guilty of your crimes before you are sentenced is there anything you would like to say?"

Y/N looked up at the judge "Yeah, I do.........I have no regrets about what happened in Marseille to the French guards and De Paul. None. Absolutely Fucking none. They got exactly what they deserved."

Judge Bromley looked disgusted with Y/N's response "Well then dye to your lack of remorse, I have no choice but to uphold the maximum sentence which is life imprisonment in Aldershot Military Prison. Guards take him away" The guards aggressively grabbed the now ex-Captain by his arms, took him out of the court and put him in a car before driving him to Aldershot.

When Y/N got to the prison, he was ordered to get out of his uniform and change into the grey prison uniform and black shoes, once he got into it he did a few stretches "Oooh functional and fashionable. You got another one available." He teased the guards who looked unimpressed before hitting him in the stomach with a baton causing him to fall to the floor.

"Well that wasn't very nice" Y/N said whilst coughing but was met with no response. They grabbed him aggressively again and took him to his cell whilst walking through the prison there was yelling and taunting from the other inmates about there being a 'new guy'.

Once he got to his cell, it was a small room with a tiny bed and basic utilities he turns and smiles at the guards "Not exactly The Ritz is it?". The guards hit him again in the ribs before walking out and shutting the cell door, before they left one of them said whilst smirking "Welcome to your new home".

"Fucking dickhead" Y/N muttered under his breath before lying down on the bed looking up at the ceiling contemplating everything that had led him to now despite his usual cocky admittedly annoying persona, he was genuinely devastated about the shit that had gone down in France especially watching Private Hastings die in his arms.