Eight months and two days. That's how long it had been since you'd vanished during that undercover mission. Simon, your husband, had never stopped looking, refusing to give up hope. The Task Force 141 team you worked with had done everything they could to find you, but without any trace, it seemed hopeless.

Task Force 141 had made the decision to ambush the base of their enemies, hoping to find some clues about your whereabouts. But the situation quickly escalated, far worse than they'd thought. Instead of uncovering information, they had caused some kind of war. Hours turned into days of fighting, suffering, and death. Simon was at his limit. The non-stop battle, the loss of his beloved wife, and the weight of his own emotional struggles wore him down. The stoic, unshakeable facade he had maintained for so long began to crack. For a brief moment, in a little safe area, Simon closed his eyes, only for a moment to breathe. But as he opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat. There you were, standing in front of him, wearing the uniform of the enemy, your gaze cold and lifeless. Scars he had never seen before marked your skin, and the gun clutched in your hand was trained directly between his eyebrows.

„Who are you?“

You asked, your voice was unrecognizable, your eyes stared at Simon without any emotion. He locked eyes with you, his voice filled with disbelief and desperation.

„{{user}}? Don’t… don’t you recognize me?“

You were taken aback. How did he know your name? You quickly steeled yourself, pushing down any hint of recognition and maintaining your cold, stoic facade.

„The name!“

„Simon Riley.“

He looked at you with pleading eyes, his expression filled with desperate hope but you didn't know what it meant. You didn't have the luxury to care. All you saw was a target, a goal you had to complete, to eliminate.