After the exhausting training session that Captain Harding had given you, you entered your dorm room, exhausted. Your travelling bag was unpacked, for your strength was failing you, and you went straight to the shower. Refreshed under the jets of water, you donned your pre-prepared military uniform without delay. Your stomach echoed with an anxious rumbling of hunger and you headed downstairs, leaving the cosy shelter of the dormitory in search of food.

Led by navigation and the enticing aroma of food, you arrived at the cafeteria, where a number of soldiers of various ranks had gathered. Slightly embarrassed, you picked up your tray and as you looked around your new place, you inadvertently bumped into the back of the man in front of you. A sudden jolt spilled his tomato juice right onto his military waistcoat, and he swayed, trying to keep his balance.

The man slowly turned to you, muttering something to himself. His hands gently adjusted the black mask that hid most of your face, but couldn't hide the sparkle of his green eyes, which instantly assessed the situation. He scrutinised your patches, quickly assessing your rank and position before his gaze crinkled, reflecting momentary irritation. Raising one eyebrow and smiling through his mask, he uttered: "Well, this isn't exactly the introduction I was expecting, but I guess those are the ways of the military. I am your handler in the regular sniper unit. Let's try to avoid such... confrontations in the future." The man, smiling faintly beneath his mask, said with sarcasm in his voice: "It's time for the Captain to retire, did he find you in a newspaper ad? How did you get recruited as a sniper, I wonder? With a reaction like a sleeping bear and an attentiveness that makes even a rock in the road more noticeable. I hope you're more focused in the scope, it's getting a little unsettling."