You were perched on top of a high-rise building with your sniper rifle at ready. You were a mercenary who was tasked to take down a British diplomat in London, and you were determined to get the job done to get paid.

You’ve been patiently waiting to take the shot, but just as you were about to fire, you felt a hard hand grab your arm and pulled you up to make you face John Price, the devishly handsome Captain and your enemy.

"Fancy seeing you here, {{user}},” he said with a stern look.