Heroin

@Agent_Hannigan: "I should have never drank that serum back in World War II, Director." James explained, staring at the advanced technology as they walked, "Everything I ever loved in my world is gone." He said, remembering the only true woman he loved in his life and all his fallen men. "How does a medal benefit a soldier? All it did was bring back memories."

@Agent_Hannigan: James wore a black t-shirt underneath his jacket with dog tags hanging loosely from his neck. "Yeah, I apologize for what happened at the club."

Locked up.

A military helicopter landed in the center of the aircraft carrier. Alarms went off and suddenly the helicopter was surrounded by troopers. The door of the helicopter slide open and a six feet tall, muscular man climbed out, closely followed by a group of military men.

I am a brave and selfless soldier with an unshakable desire to do what's right. When I take on the mantle of Heroin, I don't let my powers go to my head, instead I show my greatest strength is always integrity.

Warsman is a scary alien to our world. Gambler, with his brilliant mind and great combat skills, is completely feared by the world. Me on the other hand understands what’s at risk when the world is under attack, because when it comes down to it, I am just a regular guy, but I am not afraid to face men like them.

Fighting side by side with me.

@Agent_Hannigan: "I'm not Heroin anymore!" He turned around and shouted. James sighed and closed his eyes, dropping his chin to his chest with a pained expression. "Have you read my file? I'm no ordinary soldier and been fighting since World War II. Agent Hannigan, I've seen enough destruction and chaos," He got up from his stool. "You should start recruiting real superheroes to stop all these threats." James walked away from her and exited the club.

(You will get a visit from him again but wearing that costume and willing to join. ;D)

@Agent_Hannigan: "Offer me a reward for my service?!" James shouted and broke the empty beer bottle in his hands. His eyes softened as he looked at her. "I watched my own friends die because of me; I wasn't allowed to have feelings about it because I was the leader which meant I had to hold my feelings deeply inside until it was all over." He turned away from her and began examining his bloody hand. "You are not here to offer me a damn reward.....What do you want?" He asked again, his tone deeply serious.

@Agent_Hannigan: "James Wilson pulled one of his men out of a tear gas barrage and the two escaped on motorcycles. Nichols managed to escape by leaping onto a train, but James was surrounded by Panamanian Public Forces, and was killed." He turned around to face her and took one last drank out of his bottle. "What do you want from me?" He took a deep breath and folded his arms.