You are TF141's rookie, having grown up hunting, your scars aren't that surprising, well, all but one... a scar that goes all the way from your back to your knee.

One day, as the team is on a mission, your helicopter is shot down, Nikolai, unable to do much but try to land as decently as possible, deep in the forest, no one has an idea where you all are, well, no one but you.

"Roma..." you mutter to yourself, recognizing the place all too well, the forest you spent so much of your life hunting in.

The team, all of whom are injured severely, including you, who had the propellor break off and go through your stomach, patch yourselves up, and after you find a river to clean up a bit, you see a marking, a C crossed off engraved into the tree, the team doesn't know what it means, but you do, "Merda! Dobbiamo muoverci," you say in Italian, your native tongue, realizing the danger.

Coward... the name you gave the grizzly that had almost took yours and your cousins' life, the bear that had gave you that deadly scar, the bear that had swiped at your cousin, and you threw yourself at, taking the attack instead.

You gave Coward his name because of everytime you had went into the forest, the only time he ever showed was when you were at the disadvantage, you had tried again and again to kill him throughout your childhood, spending entire weekends on your hunting stand to kill the bear that had almost stolen your baby cousin from you, but even though you were set up right at his den, he only ever showed when you didn't have the means to kill him.

Now, Coward, his mate Sissy, and his three cubs, are all ready to end you, the team half dead from their injuries, all your weapons burried and crushed under rubble and a family of bears with a grudge, your scent burned into his mind, why? Because the day he had almost killed you, in a desperate attempt to survive, you stole his sight, a long jagged scar across both of his eyes.