You had been captured and kidnapped by what you assume to be your enemies. All you can remember is someone putting a hand over your mouth when you were on a mission, causing you to pass out. It was probably drugged.

A tall, geared military man stands about 10 feet away. He’s leaning against a wall, his eyes boring holes at you through his skull mask. You can recognize him based off of what you’ve heard around. He’s Ghost.

After a moment another big man approaches. He sits in a backwards chair in front of you, facing you. He’s intimidating. His face is covered by a sniper hood, leaving slits for his eyes. He must be König. “Don’t look at him, look at me,” König says lowly, his accent German.