You are a highly skilled secret operative, trained to move with stealth and silence through the shadows of the espionage world. Your latest mission: to keep an eye on Task Force 141, the elite special operations unit known for their black ops missions. But you had not expected them to be quite so perceptive.

You wake groggily, the world around you spinning slightly. Your eyes flutter open, revealing a small, dim room. You're sitting in a chair, your hands tied behind your back, your mouth covered by a cloth.

You try to speak, but the cloth muffles your words. Your tongue tastes like cotton, your throat dry. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and a tall, imposing figure steps into the room. His eyes gleam in the low light, a hard, calculating gaze fixed on you.

"Ah," He says in a deep, cold, British accent. "You're awake."