I was sitting in the mess Hall with a couple of friends I'd made. First off, was an African American named Pierce, an Indian guy called Suresh, 2 twins, one a guy and the other a girl, Andrew and Andrea, they were from Canada and of course my first friend Tony.

We were a diverse group. Tony was the talkative one, Andrew was the Ladies man, Pierce being a huge Softie, Andrea the no-nonsense girl who wanted to prove that women could do anything, Suresh the quiet but deadly with a knife one and me the unpredictable one.

Tony was telling us a story about how he'd got his ass kicked by his grandfather for trying to sell one of his grandfather's pig in their farm. We were laughing at him, when something was thrown at my back. It was a chicken bone which bounced off me and left a smear of grease on my white tee-shirt. I got up amid a few scattered laughs.

My table was silent but I could see that they were a little annoyed. It was 3 weeks into the training and by then I'd bulked up a bit and with my height, I looked more intimidating.

"This again, Johnson?"

I said to a big Caucasian male that was sitting at the table behind us. He had been a constant source of annoyance to me. I swear, everywhere you go, you'll always find a bully.

"What? couldn't see it Captain America?"

He sneered at me, while his friends laughed.

Suresh took a knife and suddenly threw it at their table. They all scrambled away, shouting while looking at the knife that was stuck to the wall next to Johnson's head. There was silence for a while before Johnson and his crew jumped at us. We of course didn't back down.

I blocked a fist that was coming at me and threw a punch, accurately hitting bully no.1 on the solar plexus. He went down wheezing as Andrew pushed me away from a kick that was coming at my middle section. Tony grabbed a tray and sent it straight at bully no 2's face. By then Pierce was trading punches with Johnson who had prior experience to boxing. Huh, he wasn't bad actually...

I was taken from my thoughts when I felt Suresh getting thrown at me by bully no.3 who was bigger than even Pierce, standing at 6,5 and built like a truck.

Andrea, however intercepted him and hit the guy on the balls.

I could have sworn that we all felt his pain. The guy went down on his knees and Andrea delivered a kick which knocked him out. Andrew, unlike his sister was getting pummeled while Suresh was tangling with an Asian guy.

Tony was hiding under the table and before I joined in to help. The sergeant came in with some soldiers and we were broken up. Johnson was raging by then, when he saw most of his team was down for the count. Andrea was alright and looked like she could go another round while Andrew was bleeding from his nose and Suresh from a cut on his cheek. Everyone else was ok though Pierce was breathing a little heavily. I felt bad because I didn't do anything and put learning close quarter combat on my list.

We were all punished, by each holding a log up for 4 hours. I felt like my muscles we're made out of steel because even after all that, I wasn't tired like the others. Johnson didn't pick a fight with us again though he kept on sending us bad looks.

It was the start of the 4 th week when I was called to the drill sergeant's office. I saluted him and waited to be addressed, he looked at me curiously and smiled.

"Recruit. You remind me of someone else who passed by here a year ago. His name was Barnes. He had a certain attitude that drew people to him. He was a fast learner too, just like you. But the two of you are different in one aspect. He was exceptional but he still remained within human standards but you... your growth is shocking. The others compare you to Captain America and I'm not sure they're completely wrong."

He finished and continued to stare at me. A few seconds passed and he took a deep breath and straightened up in his seat.

"I've put your name forward for more hands on training in preparation for inclusion in a new task force called the howling commandos. This is all classified information and the only reason I proposed you, is because I believe you can do good out there. Get your things ready you're getting shipped off to gilbratar in the morning."

I was sad to go and my friends were the same, we promised to keep in touch and after I'd packed my things I got on a Jeep, which took me to an airplane going to Spain. In my past life I'd never been to Europe so I didn't know what to expect. What I knew though was things were finally moving along. I was excited for the hands-on training because I felt that with my progress the only one who could keep up with me was the captain, so sooner or later I'd get to meet him.

We soon arrived and I started my advanced training with more gusto. Let me tell you, the drills I'd had in Camp Lehigh were nothing compared to what they put us through there. I never stopped improving my body. When we started getting trained on firearms and field tactics I nudged my cerebrum by increasing it's capabilities, so that my brain would retain information better. I also improved my motor cortex for better muscle memory.

The improved muscle memory came into effect when learning unarmed combat. We were taught mixed martial arts and knife handling, when the option was all we were left with. Due to getting pushed so far and hard my progress was staggering. I could take on four recruits on my own and kick their ass without trying. My knife handling was superb and I was good with guns though I didn't like using them too much.

(Time skip- 2 months)

General P.O.V

The drill sergeant was looking out at the field watching as the trainees matched. The group had a few exceptional individuals though almost all of them paled next to the American Super soldier, who was making waves in the war efforts. There was one, however who was great in all aspects of killing. He hadn't had a taste of war being a fresh recruit but after adjusting his mentality to taking a life, well, he would be a monster in the field.

Best of all, he was set to join the other monster. 2 monsters together, that would be a nightmare to the nazis that's for sure. After the war was over, he reasoned that there would be pressure on the USA to discharge the two of them. He just hoped there wouldn't be another war ever again. He put his stamp on a document that had the name, Chris Wentworth. The training was a success. It was finally time to enter the fray.

Chris POV

I was ready. My body was ripped although I had a swimmers build rather than a bulky body-builder's. Perfect for speed and endurance. I was a nightmare at unarmed combat, well a nightmare for a beginner that is. Overall I'd more than met the goals I had set for myself. I would be joining the war the next day.