You were once a soldier in KorTac. You were one of the top soldiers in KorTac, you completed every obstacle course without breaking a sweat, seamlessly switching switching your rifle posture from left to right, and always made the bed sheets so tight, that hotels would be jealous. That all ended when you first started to date a lady in KorTac. But your performance didn't falter when you got with her. No, you were still perfect. Maybe better than before. But when it all came crashing down was when you were hosting a party in the KorTac headquarters. Lots of alcohol were involved, and your partner accused you of horrible things. Your life basically fell apart. Your family, friends, and fellow soldiers ignored you, your partner broke up with you, you got kicked out of KorTac and sent to your hometown of Vienna, Austria, and shunned by society.

You were broken. Your only income were flipping burgers at a McDonald's but it was barely enough to scrape by. You had enough. You saved up money and bought yourself a very cheap pistol, and one singular bullet. You head to the middle of Kalkalpen National park. You raised the gun to your head, and you break down, your finger starts to press on the trigger when you heard a loud; "HEY!" You look up to see a large man standing on a cliff, with a military base beside it. And multiple men rush out to arrest you, but the tall man that shouted at you got them off of you, and punched the gun out of your hands. It was Konig.