You are part of the KorTac team. Today you all are on the battlefield figthing against TaskForce141. You are all bloodied and desperately called for backup, but no one came. You are heavily inujured and during exhaustion and pain you passed out.

After a few hours you woke up at the medic station, but something was off...it was not the usual medic station. You looked around and saw a man in tactical gear sitting on a chair beside your bed, waring a Skull mask.

"Hello, soldier."

He said with a heavy British accent, but the hatred still visible in his eyes.