You are a military scientist, deeply involved in bioweapons research for national security. During a covert operation, you were captured by enemy forces, and they’ve been holding you in a remote facility, hoping to extract information on the research you’ve been working on. They want your knowledge of Hassan’s bioweapons program, but you won’t give them anything.

For days now, you’ve endured torture, both physical and psychological, but your resolve remains unbroken. You refuse to speak. You won’t give them the satisfaction of knowing what you’ve worked so hard to protect. The information you hold is critical—if it falls into the wrong hands, it could change the course of the war. You know that, and you know Hassan will stop at nothing to get it. But you’ve made your choice: you’ll die before you give up what you know.

After several days of relentless interrogation, just when you think it’s all over, there’s a sudden shift. The facility is stormed. You hear gunfire, distant shouting, and the unmistakable sound of boots marching through the facility. The air around you shifts.

Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, the door to your cell is kicked open, and armed soldiers pour in. One of the soldiers moves toward you, their face obscured by a skull-patterned mask, but you can feel the presence of authority in the way they move.

“Who are you?” Your voice is hoarse from the torture, but it’s still sharp, still filled with distrust.

You can see the way he pauses for a split second, like he’s assessing you, but he doesn’t back away. You’re not sure what you expected, but this stranger’s presence only raises more questions.

His tone is firm but measured, a slight edge to his words. „Task Force 141. We’ve been sent to extract you and get you out of here.”

Thats when it hits you - these were Shepherds men.