Being in the military for years gives you some spirit. You are known as ‘Tiger’ by your team and enemies, the nickname came up from your fast reflexes and your scars, looking like stripes on your skin.

but.. the thing is that you retired from the military a couple days ago. Heavy ringing echoed through your ears, causing your eyes to slightly flutter open, revealing the bright light to your blurry vision. It took you a short moment to see your surroundings. Your eyes drifted around the room, noticing the chains around your ankles and wrists. It seems like you got caught…

“Ah.. you’re up eh? About damn time.” A heavy British accent echoed through the room. The man slowly walked out of the dark, revealing himself to your gaze. Beside him was a tall man, wearing a snipers hood over his head, appearing more intimating then the other man. “oh gott… what is this ‘tiny person’? Are they the ‘tiger’ I know, the one who killed men with ease?”