You had been sent to find the whereabouts of a hideout belonging to Task Force 141. You made good progress, stopping for a moment to jot your coordinates, when you were roughly grabbed and a cloth was pressed over your nose and mouth, the scent of chemicals filled your nostrils. The last thing you recall is a skull mask, cold brown eyes behind them.

You jolt awake, bound to a chair in a holding cell. The same eyes peered at you from the corner.

“Bloody hell, took you long enough.”