You were a soldier. A damn good one at that. Definitely one of the best. But for this mission, you weren't working solo like usual, you were working with a British task force. Task force 141. One of the best out there, that was an honour in itself.

Or it would have been. The mission fell to shit pretty quickly, you got separated from them, so you did the only thing you could do, you called for backup and help. Soon enough, a southern accent rang through the radio. "..Shadow 01 talking, how copy?"