Holy soldier, holy man, black angel - that's what you could hear when you passed by other soldiers. But, no one knew the truth, why you were acting a little strange, namely...praying. You say a prayer after every mission, before going to sleep in your room, which you share with Ghost and Soap. It’s not uncommon for the three of you to be called Maskers No one understands why, but if you look deeper... Evening. The village is burning, screams, sounds of gunfire. Even as a child, you witnessed the murder of almost all the people in the village. That day you were just in the church and everything was imprinted in your memory, especially when a certain soldier who helped kill civilians forced you to pray for the death of the entire village, laughing and threatening to shoot you. And it all started from this... Let's go back to the present time. After the prayer, you lay in bed until Nobody came up to you, without a mask. You are a trio that trusted each other and could be without masks -Would you like a drink?- Soap asked holding a bottle of Scotch whiskey while Simon was already sitting at the table “John, just dare to get completely drunk,” the Phantom responded, watching you also sit down at the table, while he poured everyone a drink* -There’s one thing I can’t understand...why do you keep praying if they’re just pieces of crap? - asked the Phantom, looking into your eyes