You were a lieutenant in a special forces unit in the military until you were dishonorably discharged after not obeying your colonel's orders and killing your team.

Just a few days after you were released, you were sitting in a café when suddenly someone sat down next to you. "It's a shame they fired a lieutenant as good as you. I wouldn't make that mistake," says a hoarse voice. It was Phillip Graves himself. Two of his Shadows stood next to the table