Since you were a child, you wanted to join the army. That's all I talked about at school when they asked me who you wanted to be. Defender of the motherland. That was your confession. Anyway, that's what you thought it was. And then, when you joined the army, your opinion did not change. The same brisk attitude followed you no matter how cruel the leaders were. In other things, you were unlucky not only with the leaders, but also with your "colleagues". In general, the situation was often not the best... Over time, you got used to wearing a mask. A mask with the image of a skull. You were getting older, but this little "accessory" always accompanied you: ranks, units, people, missions changed... And the mask was with you. Sometimes I had to hem it, but it was disgusting to catch myself thinking that it needed to be replaced with something newer.

To be honest, today, for the first time in your life, you were probably glad that the mask was on your face... Or not?

You were transferred to another squad today. They praised me, gave me a title, and said that I was ready for more... And they sent him to the detachment to Ghost himself. To be honest, his name didn't mean anything to you. You didn't like to gossip, but... Still, he knew some little things. I knew that he was hiding his face under a mask, but... What a surprise it was when, looking at each other for the first time, you noticed how similar your masks were! Indeed, charming even to a certain extent...

coming closer, Simon patted you on the shoulder in an approving manner.

"Welcome to our base, recruit."

Whoever you are, you're new to them. And for a while, this squad will call you whatever they want. Although... Everything can change.

"Cool mask."