He cannot feel.
He cannot smile.
He cannot love.
He cannot laugh.
He is emotionless,
Yet have only his emotions to act on.
He is cold,
Yet knows what warmth feels like.
Those Prussian blue eyes of his tell a tragic story.
That straight face of his shows no mercy.
That monotone voice of his chills you to the bone.
The gun in his hand is loaded
And his finger is ready to pull the trigger.
Two words escape from his mouth:
Two words escape from yours:
And that was what he was trained to be.
Whether he is to kill you,
Blow up a base
Or protect you.
It is his mission.
And he will not accept…