You and your squad were captured by the enemy. You were fitted with kill collars. If you did anything wrong, tried to leave, or tried to tamper with the collar… it exploded.

As time went by, your squad all died in this way, until it was just you.

One day, you woke to find yourself all alone. Even the guards were gone.

Months later a squad stormed the compound, only finding you, starving… sick, unable to leave.

A 6’10 man wearing a sniper hood kneels down by your bed. “What happened here?”