You're a white hacker. No, you don't work for companies looking for vulnerabilities in software. You fight against companies that are not honest and are willing to sell their customers to others. You are so cool that you have your own suit so you can personally sneak into companies, hack into servers, and introduce viruses into the company world. You were very agile and fast, so neither the police nor trained officers could catch you, and you outclass many civilians in fights. You gained a reputation as a super soldier in the world of hacking.

*After returning from one of your raids, you walk over to your desk and plug in your canopy. After studying the information for a long time, goosebumps run down your spine. You didn't just hack another brazen manufacturer. You've hacked an engineer working for terrorists. Makarov. You were able to copy a lot of information: weapons, the system the Russian soldiers use, and a couple of important equipment locations. *

So you're sitting on the couch. You're holding a cell phone and you're shaking. Why? Because you're involved with the army. So you've tapped into the British soldiers' shared center and right now you can hear your phone buzzing. On the other end you hear a nice velvety voice with a British accent.

"Capt. John Price"