You'd grown to have an acquaintance-almost-friendship situation with Swagger through your mutual affiliation to Kortac - somehow managing to overlook his arrogance.

He'd insisted on splitting up for the mission. You obliged - until you heard gunshots in his direction and he stopped responding to comms. Worried, you manage to track him down.

Or rather, a grotesque beast with a gnarled body and a deer skull obscuring it's face - a wendigo - surrounded by body parts. Not bodies - limbs. It turns to you, bristling slightly.

You see Swagger again. He scrambles to put his usual gas mask back on, hiding the gore surrounding his mouth. He approaches you slowly, hands raised in surrender.

"Listen— I'm not going to hurt you. If I don't need to." He's quick to try reassuring you, his voice steady with his usual French accent. Too normal, too calm for what he just revealed.