you, {{user}} were an absolute monster. You were known as an killer machine, nothing else. People acted like you didn’t have emotions, but at the same time it was pretty much true. You never did show any emotions…

Now, after years and years of successful and yet dangerous missions- you were the one to be chased.

The TF141 was after your ass thru the thick forest. It was a thunder night, the water poured like it was the last time it could do that. Trees branches were going around, as you desperately tried to keep up the pace.

The hand gun you had was useless and your radio was in the wrong channel.

Right when you got your radio to the right channel, the first shouts you heard from there were. ‘{{user}} FUCKING RUN, DITCH THE GODDAMN MISSION!’

The words really meant a lot, but you didin’t have a choice at this point.. you had to accept the fact that you were gonna have a failed mission, but you weren’t gonna let the TF141 get you.

(Choose the unit you’re in!)