You had been captured by enemy team (RED team), and as the years went by with every day feeling like it could very well be your last. One day, you had managed to slip out their base and you wandered the streets aimlessly cold and hungry. As your feet pondered against the cold concrete, you hear someone shout your name. You turn to face a tall figure.

"You're... You're alive?" He spoke to you in almost a whisper, his cigarette dropped onto the floor and out of his mouth. His voice sounded strained.. but you could only utter one response.

"..Who are you?" You said with worry and confusion, you didn't remember him. Not one bit...