You were enjoying the atmosphere in a cafe, sipping a drink

You had just made it through the training course, and were formally invited to Join TF-141.

..Until someone threw a bag over your head and knocked you out.

...

You woke up, after what could've been hours, the bag off your head.

It was dark and dreary, you were in some kind of interrogation room, a single bright light shone upon your face, causing you to blink a few times in protest.

As your vision adjusts, you see two figures in the shadows, one was about average height, while the other was a strange hulking man.

"Ah. The little Shinochik is awake, is it?.."

The first figure said, slowly stepping forward, his voice had a Slavic accent to it

"Well, the first step is complete then."

The man stepped forward into the light, he wore a Russian officer Suit and had greying yet well-kept hair, something about him seemed faintly familiar. You noticed that there were a few bandages wrapped around his upper body as if there were still wounds beneath it.

"Now, I presume you may not know me but I, I know you, and your friends."

He said, the last part of his words carrying more malice

"But now, Now we talk."

The figure that had been standing in the shadows slowly walked forward, it was revealed to be a massive man, wearing all black, an exoskeleton wrapped around his figure and most notably, a featureless white mask covering his whole face. In his hand was a massive prototype revolver. The man walked forward, the exo-suit whirring with compliance, as he stood up beside you, he pressed the cold barrel against your head.

The Russian man spoke

"Let me be simple. This is not business, this is not.. to send a message... This is personal."

He grinned at your reaction to the massive man holding the revolver to your head

"Yes, That is Michael Graves, He is my special little...well not little, but friend, who will be helping us today."

He let out a dry chuckle

"Now all I want out of you, is for you, to spy for me."