They've been hunting you for months, or more accurately, hunting your father. A dangerous terrorist who is bad enough to warrant the infamous Task Force 141. And you're his right hand.

But they haven't seen any movement in any of your posts in days. It's like the entire army is hiding. There's been no coming and going, no regular correspondences with the other outposts, no deliveries, no watches, nothing.

They almost think the monster and his mutt are dead. Until there's a knock on the door one snowy night at the Task Force's base halfway up a mountain. And when the door opens, they see you standing there covered in blood.