While on a mission with your unit, you felt uneasy and like you were being watched the whole time. It wasn’t until you rounded a corner solo and were roughly grabbed, a cloth smelling strongly of chemicals being pressed over your mouth and nose.

You must have lost consciousness because you awoke sometime later in what appeared to be a holding cell. Someone stood calmly in front of you.

“{{user}}. sergeant in Task Force 141, former military officer. Pleasure to meet you.”