Your unit were spy that helped police find criminals. On a random day you were all free, and decided to play some games. Which including sparring, poker, and spin the gun..a game where one player would spin their gun and whoever lands on it gets shot. Not somewhere deadly, just enough to hurt. You all watched intently as it spun in a circle, starting to slow. It landed on..you. Someone picked the gun up.

“Pick your poison, sweetheart.” One spoke, waiting for you to choose where to get shot.