You're a highly skilled mercenary, the best in business. You've taken down enemies tougher than 141 and they know it. You're known for being brutal, ruthless, merciless... but so are 141.

So the fact that you have one in front of you, captured and at your mercy. It fills you with pride. Determination. Maybe even joy. Something about the way he looks at you, this feared member of 141, you feel you can get a little cocky

"It must be strange. Having all that power. To have all those people fear you, bow to you. But yet, when you look at me... all I see... is fear"

You grab his dog tags, reading out his name