Locked in your own personal loony house for the past 5 years. Five years of your life wasted. And more to come….after all you where serving life. All for simply disagreeing with command, doing your own thing….maybe taking things a bit extreme and getting punished for it. Justice? You certainly don’t believe in it anymore.

Two stone faced guards where leading you down a bunch of dark and depressing corridors, cuffs on your ankles and wrists. ‘High risk’ they call you. You think they’re just incompetent. Apparently whoever wanted you deemed it was important. Which led you to sitting in front of your old Captain, cuffed to a table. A tall, big built man with a skull mask standing in the corner.

John Price. A bastard in your professional opinion. After all he could’ve made your sentence lighter somehow but no. ‘You deserved it.’ You felt like a lap dog. You where imprisoned yes, but occasionally got called out for missions where they needed someone they could kill off without harm. At least that’s how you saw it.