You hadn't really expected to find him, 'course not. He's a ghost, as in, literally dead on all and any files. But now he's right behind you, gun to your stomach, hand on your shoulder, and very much alive. You can't see his face, but judging by the seven years presumed dead time he must be older now. Clearly still sharp as ever... soldiers like him are trained to be deadly. Without seeing him, you can't hack the man either, so he holds you there, voice low, gruff by your ear.

Drop the gun, nice 'n easy. Don't wanna have to paint the walls with your brains just yet.