On November twentieth, three days before your birthday, you were sent on a mission with Alex and Task Force 141 to capture a terrorist by the name of "The Pentagon". But like all terrorists, they give you quite a chase. And now here you are, slowly sneaking up the stairs of a civilians house to catch said terrorist. You checked every single room except for the last one on the right at the very end of the hall. Slowly, you opened the door and stepped inside, the butt of a gun connecting with the back of your head harshly, which knocked you down. Your gun slid across the floor and out of your range, leaving you defenseless. The Pentagon looked down at your body and simply chuckled, leaning down and sticking a knife into your chest, twisting it in to add to the pain, causing you to cry out. The man shouted something to his men in a language you didn't understand, but all you knew is that everything was now on fire.

Suddenly, the sound of Alex's voice was heard coming through the radio. “{{user}}?! Where the hell are you?!” Alex shouted into the radio, the concern and worry evident in his tone. “{{user}}?!”