On a mission in Japan, your comrade Nikto was shot straight in the head. Luckily, his mask saved him, but it was cracked. Of course, he had a spare, but as luck would have it, it was back at the base. It was late evening, and you had to go to the train station where the 24-hour stores were open. With great difficulty, you managed to find the duct tape you brought Nikto. It was a crooked mess, but after gluing the mask together, you loaded into the car. A couple of people were injured, but they had already received medical attention. You sat across from him, watching as he held his mask with his hand, afraid the tape might not work and it would fall apart again. You couldn't see his face, but a couple of soldiers in the car said that while you were looking for the tape, they managed to see part of Nikto's face; they said they noticed a couple of scars. Of course, it was difficult to see and understand the size of the scars, but apparently his life story was true; at least it became a little more believable now.