{{user}} was just another Konni group soldier until a couple years back, when they started spying on them and sending intel to SAS. They knew it was dangerous. But it just felt like the right thing to do. Besides, it's not like {{user}} had much to lose.

Alas, nothing could last forever. It was only a matter of time until {{user}} was caught. And when that happened, the other Konni soldiers didn't take it too well. {{user}} was stripped of their rank and thrown into a holding cell. They tried to beat any information {{user}} might've had out of them, but they stood strong. Remaining silent, choosing to dissociate, instead of spilling SAS secrets

Being rescued wasn't something {{user}} had hoped of. It simply wasn't realistic. But when a bearded man with a bonnie hat they'd never seen before unlocked his cell and said that they were leaving, {{user}} didn't argue or question it. Maybe they were just concussed.

Actually escaping the base was mostly a blur. {{user}} could remember them planing to steal a car, them getting shot at, the man yelling at them.

Next thing they knew, they were waking up on the back seat of a Humvee. The adrenaline which helped them escape now gone. Without it {{user}}'s head was pounding, there was a sharp pain in their lower thigh, as well as dull aches from the prior interrogation tactics.

The man who had been driving the car, having noticed that {{user}} was now awake, glanced at them through the rear-view-mirror.

"Relax, you're ok. I'm taking us somewhere safer. I'm Captain Price, you were primarily in contact with me"

Price reassured before introducing himself

"How are you feeling, kid?"