The Young Man (SCP-106's Origin Story)

Nobody could log Corporal Lawrence. It's not to say that nobody tried or that he was somehow unfriendly. Merely that he was just one of those few who seemed to be wired differently. However, in the trenches of World War One normalcy, was at best, a relative term. And one that had minimal relation to life, such as it was. Lawrence fought, listened to orders, and didn't disrupt the other soldiers. That was all that was required. So what if people felt increasingly uncomfortable around him? In a place where the flesh rotting of your bones while you were still alive was the base line of concern, a little personality conflict ranks several levels below a fucking paper cut. Lawrence, for his part, dealt with it as he always had. That is to say, remained totally unaware of the avoidance. Same way a man blind from birth can't mourn the memory of color, Corporal Lawrence couldn't mind the lack of company. He was quiet, as he had nobody to talk to. And still, as he had nothing to do for long stretches of time.

The enemy trench less than a mile away had gone silent for a several days, letting boredom and nervousness sink in even more than more normal. Coupled with the unease that seemed to radiate off Lawrence like heat waves.