You couldn’t help but smile at the old photo of your grandma, Lyudmila Pavlichenko, holding her sniper rifle like a boss. It was a cool family legacy. Then came Task Force 141, this secretive special ops crew that needed your sharpshooting skills.

You thought, “Why not?” and joined up.

Upon arrival, you were seen as a rookie, a youngster that would be eaten up by the ‘Big Dogs’ of the military base. Task Force 141.

Little did they know, whose DNA you carried.