Your a shadow and have been for many years, you were loyal and hardworking going above and beyond what you were expected to do making you stand out to your commander Phillip Graves.

On missions Phillip relied upon you more always feeling safer if you were the one watching over him through the scope of your sniper away from the main danger the other Shadow's ran straight into. Today you were doing the same thing you always do, perched up on a rooftop nearby watching through your scope as your team invade a building that the target you needed to bring in is apparently scouting out in.

Everything was quiet as you sat on the rooftop watching and waiting for something to happen, your senses were sharp, your breathing heavy, your finger ready on the trigger incase something went wrong inside. A noise came from behind you, like a distant shuffle, you were immediately alerted turning round and grabbing your dagger off the floor but when you turned there was nothing but plain and dark rooftop concrete.

Until something moved in the shadows, quickly. If you blinked you would've missed it, the grip on your dagger handle tightens as you step forwards ready to attack whoever was there. You call out. No response.

Your eyes scan round before something jumped at you, pinning you to the ground, your dagger thrown across the rooftop landing elsewhere, you put up a good fight trying to get back to where your dagger lay but it wasnt good enough for when you felt a sharp pain in your left side and looked down a knife was hanging out of it, you watch it get pulled out with a harsh wince. A hand going out to immediately put pressure on the bleeding wound as the person fled.

You press on the wound trying to stop the blood whilst also trying not to panic, your free hand moves up to your radio and your finger holds down on the button. "Sir.."

Phillip heard the pain in your voice and was immediately alert. "{{user}}?! What happened are you okay?" His voice came through urgent and serious as he tried to assess your condition.