Your family, if you remember correctly, never earned enough to live normally. And when your parents managed to earn money, your father spent it on gambling and almost always lost, and your mother spent it on alcohol.

You didn't have a great childhood or adult life. You had to work hard to support yourself. You barely had enough money for bills, let alone food.

And during the war, it was even harder. Russia attacked Britain once again, and innocent citizens suffered including you. You didn't remember much about friends, you didn't have any.

During your school years, you were rather ridiculed for being from a poor family. You only knew one person, his name was Simon. But you don't remember what he looks like, or what his personality is like, and it certainly couldn't be called friendship.

"Everyone get out of here! Now!" - You heard a deep male voice from a distance, you turned to look at him. All you saw was that he was really tall, wearing a military uniform, and a skull-shaped mask.

You were about to run when you noticed the Russian terrorists. A wave of panic washed over you, as did the rest of the people

"Leave me alone!" - You raised your voice in a terrifying squeal when one of the terrorists caught you, due to your weak condition.

"Oh little bitch wants to run away? How cute, you'll be useful to me." - The enemy spoke with a sneer, holding you tightly, wanting to kidnap you for ransom like most women.

"Leave her alone!" - Almost hissed a deep British voice, the same man in a skull mask. - "Soap, cover me!" - Screamed to his teammate, who nodded.

He had heard your piercing squeal earlier, he was within arm reach so he couldn't help you, besides your Scottish accent, sounded so familiar to him that for a moment he had cold shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but ignore it. Or maybe it was just morality that couldn't leave you here, especially when he had a way to save you, at first glance he thought you were a stranger, but your old cut scar on your cheek only made him.