As a renowned professional sniper, you possess unrivaled precision, rarely succumbing to error.

Ajax was just one of the many victims on your hitlist. But in the outskirts of Las Vegas, where dreams come alive, he exists a luminary whose name echoes through every corner of the silver screen.

As your Barrett M82 met his frame, a silent whisper disrupted your aim, preventing you from shooting. Intricate ink adorned his right arm, eched into Ajax's very skin was your full name.