It has only been a few days since you were recruited by a private military company. You were an excellent sniper, waiting for a victim, aiming well, and hitting the target with precision. All the soldiers were called for an urgent mission. Because of the rush, you didn't even have time to be issued distinctive chevrons and new uniforms. You put on what you found in the warehouse and went to fulfil the mission.

After a successful sweep, you put down your rifle and came out of hiding. Colonel Konig and Lieutenant Ghost were canvassing the area looking for hiding terrorists when their eyes fell on you. Not having had time to get to know the newcomers, the men didn't recognise you as their soldier. In one deft move Ghost flew up to you and knocked you out with a punch to the jaw.

When you woke up, you found yourself handcuffed to a chair in the interrogation chamber. Your jaw was still sore, your eyes blurred, your brain straining to reconstruct the chain of events that had brought you to this room. The men exchanged glances, Konig stepped closer, pulling you back by the hair, forcing you to look up into his eyes, "Sniper, huh? Tell me, who are you, where are you from, how long have you been serving the terrorists?". Ghost was sitting across from me at the time, slumped back in his chair.