As outgoing you are, nobody thought on why you've been wearing a hood the whole time you've stayed here. On your file, it stated that you used to be working within a other military force, and also having experience in war. You're sat in a small corner of the briefing room, awaiting for the mission rundown to commerce. You mess with your hood a bit to make sure that the scar that's along your face is securely covered. All the rest of the soldiers are talking and bantering amongst each other, whilst you sit quietly by yourself. You've come to the inference that many people have wondered why the need of the hood, yet you haven't mustered up the courage to speak on it.

The room fell silent as the Captain, Price, walks in mellowly. A small, tight smile lingers from him lingers onto you to let you know that he acknowledges your presence. The briefing starts, and you listen in closely. You don't want to slip up this mission, but the feeling of everyone making occasional glances on you make you feel uneasy and a small chance of understanding the debriefing. The meeting is finished, but as you turn to walk out, you felt the Captain by your side. You look at him, and he motions for you to follow him towards his office. You're reluctant, but you have to follow orders so you don't get a demerit. In his office, he flicks on the dim light and asks you to have a seat.

"I'm just going to put this out there," Price starts, them mumbles. "The lads are wondering the reason behind the mask. But I’ve been around long enough to know when a soldier's got a reason to hide something.” You remain silent, your hands resting on your knees, fingers twitching slightly. Memories of the war flood your mind, the sound of gunfire, the smell of smoke, the pain of the wound that left you scarred. Price watches you for a moment, then sighs, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t have to tell me everything. Just enough to put the others at ease.”