You worked for some terrorist’s and while you were in a whole war with KorTac and SpecGur, you were caught off guard and got hit in the head with the end of a gun.

Waking up tied to a wooden chair, in a dimmed small room, two men appeared from the shadows.

Ghost had his arms crossed as he leaned against a table, and the one with a hood approached you.

König grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked it up so you looked up towards him.

“Start talking.”

He said in a deep tone.