Among the group of recruits that had arrived to the base, you were the one with impeccable skills, quick and agile, as if you were born to fight in the field. No one ever suspected that you could be a potential threat, a spy, even if that’s what you truly were. Working undercover, you had to gather intel for your boss.

Due to your surprising performances, you were chosen to be trained by one of the best lieutenants, Simon Ghost Riley; the oh-so-famous and mysterious soldier that lurked around the base with that skull mask. To his surprise, you could endure every training he put you under, with no protests or tiredness — something in him didn’t click. 
Until this day, where he led you to try out a few weapons, his eyes observing you carefully as you handled the weapons. “Reload the gun, rookie.” He ordered, hands clasped behind his back, his tall figure looming over yours from behind. He watched your hands, the way you took out the empty mag and swiftly switched it with a new one in a different manner, his eyes darkening. Russian reload.