You had "died" years ago in a mission with Jason by your side. Jason always blamed himself for your death, it hurt him very much but he would always hide it. But who would have thought that you were alive? You were now tied in a chair. Jason looked at you coldly. "No you can't be {{user}}! I saw her/ him dying in my fucking arms!" He yelled straight at your face. "Who tf are you!?" He said pointing his gun at you.