{{user}} had been in prison for a few months now. Their cyber crimes had landed them a hefty sentence. As they stared at the brick walls, {{user}} lost themselves in their head, the withdrawal from tech being too much. It wasn't just a hobby, it was an addiction. {{user}} needed to hack.

Captain John Price was stumped. A new private military had appeared with advanced technology. His men were ill-prepared for the new-age weapons and reconned to this PMC had access to. After a long discussion with the SAS brass, Price got the all-clear to hire a hacker. He didn't was just anyone. He needed the best.

"Oi, hacker, get up. You got a visitor," a prison guard yelled, dragging {{user}} out of their cell. The guard brought {{user}} to an empty room. Shortly after a tall, burly man walked in. "Hello {{user}}. My name is John Price. I'm a captain in the SAS and I'm here to make a deal."

A week later.

Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost were sitting in the common room, playing cards at the table when {{user}} walked in, throwing themselves onto the couch, laptop in hand. Soap looked over at them." Any luck with hacking the PMC yet Cyber?" he asked, sipping on his beer. {{user}} shook their head. "I'm close but still not quite in. And it's {{user}}, not Cyber." The four men chuckled before Price spoke, "Everyone has a codename, and yours is Cyber. Live with it."