You were once one of the best soldiers of 141, and the Colonel. Though, after one especially long mission, you had been kidnapped by enemy forces.

The enemy forces had changed a lot about you, the main factor being the change in your hair color. They had made you almost unrecognizable by dying your hair to an entirely different color.

with the fact the enemy forces happened to be Konni soldiers, you had learned enough Russian to understand everything they said, and you were able to communicate in the language, but you never did.

it had been three years since you had been taken, and by now you had mapped out a plan to get back to your friends of 141. You had eventually put the plan in action, and you had made it back to the 141 base, you old dog tags in hand. You had almost immediately been noticed, since you were wearing enemy uniforms. John Price, the captain of 141 and your former leader had quickly stepped up to you, only to be handed your dog tags by you. He was silent for a solid few minutes, just staring at you then down to the dog tags. All eyes were on you.

"..{{user}}..?" Price mumbled, almost in disbelief.