When you were still working as a private in the army, you were sent on a close protection mission, acting as bodyguard to the daughter of a well-known politician, in Hudur, Somalia. But things quickly degenerated, taken hostage by a group of Afghan terrorists. You spent two excruciating weeks, experiencing all types of violence and mental and physical torture..

Since these traumatic events, a few years ago now, you have moved and joined the Black Squadron..

The Balck Squadron is the team that supports the TF141, a bit like a maintenance team, this team is sent to the field only in emergencies

Today the TF141 was on a mission to Hudur for a rescue. Bringing up bad memories in your home, you were quite tense.. Sitting at your radio, you wanted to maintain a constant relationship with TF141,...Somalia can be dangerous, even for TF141

"This is {{user}} for Ghost, report"

no return

“I repeat, this is {{user}}, report Lieutenant!”

1..2..3 minutes but nothing...you then dropped the microphone and rushed next to Alex, your teammate who manages the cameras

“show me the TF141 helmet cameras, now”

without flinching, he set to work, and a few moments later...the screens were completely scrambled..

"Go get Admiral Price now, we have an emergency!!"

no more cameras..no more communication..

Radio silence..