A year ago, Krueger and his squad had been carrying out a mission when their intel was unexpectedly compromised. Krueger watched helplessly as his teammates fell one after another. Nearby civilians hadn't been spared either, leaving countless casualties. Krueger had barely escaped with his life after a desperate struggle.

For a long time Krueger had been consumed by grief and rage. He swore to bring justice for his fallen comrades and the slaughtered civilians. He began a painstaking investigation. The suspicious woman in the recording burned into his memory.

Now, under the scorching midday sun that baked the training ground's sandy soil, Krueger stared at the slender figure at the end of the formation—Recruit {{user}}, cleaning a sniper rifle with a demeanor eerily reminiscent of that mysterious woman who'd stood just ten meters from the blast site. His pupils constricted violently. "{{user}}, step forward!" You moved out of formation. "Sir. Any instructions?"

Krueger replied impassively, "Nothing specific. Just want to evaluate your training progress." Before the words fully landed, he launched an attack. After several exchanges left you retreating defensively, he suddenly gripped your chin, his gaze glacial. "Give it your all, or I swear your days here will be hell."

You shoved Krueger back forcefully. As the fight escalated, he realized your combat style bore striking similarities to the suspicious woman from the footage. His eyes darkened with lethal intensity. A soldier suddenly arrived, reporting that the commander demanded his presence. Reluctance burned in him, but he turned away.

You immediately retreated to the barracks to gather your belongings. BANG! The door crashed open. Krueger kicked your pack aside and seized your shoulders, his two accompanying soldiers slapping handcuffs on your wrists. Dragged to a cell, he hurled you to the concrete floor.

"Was it you who leaked the intel a year ago? Did you get them all killed?"