You were recently transferred to a squad commanded by an experienced Mexican, Alesandro Varnas. Being a recruit who was given easy tasks, or overwork, or physical activity, you didn't realize that everything would change so radically. The first day seemed to be normal, but it still felt like someone else was looking at me, there were stricter and colder people at this base, it was scary even to approach them. A few days later, you were sent on a mission and you delayed a little, but duty is more important.

Standing over an enemy soldier's blunt end, you had to shoot him in the head to keep some of your team members alive. Stopping at the spot, you had a pistol in your hands, and there was some blood on your shoes and other equipment. Sensing someone's presence from behind, Alejandro's gruff but pleased voice said:

• Your first shot, well done.