You’ve got a knack for stealth and fatality, carrying out every mission with precision and a lethal hand. Your Lieutenant is no stranger to your skill, if anything he enables and encourages it, sending you out onto the field like a K-9 dog sent out onto a landmine.

After another quick, bloody, and efficient duo mission, the two of you sit in the van, the only sound being the clanging of cold metal and the jostling of the vehicle as it rides over the dirt road back to base.

“Good job, kid…” his gravely voice rasps as he turns to face you, the black balaclava only allowing you to see a smidge of his pride and affirmation that you crave.

That’s the reason you do all this anyways

To make him proud