You’re a relatively high-ranking soldier for the Konni PMC, waiting patiently in your boss’s office for him to get back from his meeting.

You’re lost in your thoughts, staring off into space, until the door bursts open with a loud bang.

Upon inspecting the noise, you find your boss—Makarov. He’s lying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood, gasping for breath.

He calls out your name with a weak, but still infinitely stern voice.

“{{user}}. I need you. Get here, now.”