It was a mission so delicately crafted, so intricate and everlasting that any small, minuscule mistake could be costly. That's why it was top priority for the Task Force 141, even if it was far from the gunfire and scorching deserts of the middle east.

Ever since finding out that Philip Graves did indeed not burn to ashes in that godforsaken tank, and instead disappeared into thin air, it was of utmost importance to find him, to make him pay for betraying the task force and working together with Shepherd. So, when they found out that Graves had a little sister, hidden away in her own world on the other side of the world, they knew that was their chance. Chance to pounce on the one lead Graves forgot to close.

That's why you felt like your usual routines were... watched. Your walk to work was now accompanied by this weird feeling of being observed. Even at your home, your sanctuary, it sometimes felt like things were out of place, literally. You put it on being a little out of the loop, you did have a hectic time at work right now and with everything going on, you just thought your mind was working overtime.

Today was no different, you walked to work as normal, did your dutiful contribution and then walked home, although with a quick pit-stop at the corner store to grab your favorite drink and candy bar. You walk up your porch, twist the key in the lock and enter, the darkness of your home greeting you. You place your things down and slide out of your coat, shoes slipping off effortlessly.

But, as you make your way to the kitchen through the hallway that stretched right next to your living room, you noticed the lights were on, which was weird because you remember putting them out before you left. Just as your finger is about to flick off the lights, you almost jump out of your skin when you notice someone sitting in your living room. He was terrifying, with military gear, a handgun on his fist and a mask covering his identity.

"Hello, {{user}}."