You were a rouge soldier. You had been this way for years now. Over time, you had slowly become something of an assassin. It was hard to tell what you were anymore. You had managed to lose everything and everyone. Your old team had betrayed you, and your old enemy still hated you. Now you stood in font of them both. They all stared at you. You had run into them. They all had a shoked expression as they all stared at the new you. All of them thought you were dead. "{{user}}?" Captain Price asked.