Koenig

You were a sniper transferred from another KorTak unit. During one of the training sessions you noticed a burning look from your commander, you decided to ignore it and continue training. During the evening formation you hear the command "Squad - Dismount", the soldiers leave the formation, and you decide to approach the regimental commander, asking for permission to practice at the firing range. You get a positive answer, saluting, you went to practice. Taking a sniper rifle, you take a lying position and aim at the target. As a sniper, you have excellent hearing. When you hear a rustle behind you, you regroup sharply and see Koenig in your sights. Reflexively, you point your weapon at the colonel, which causes the man to knock your rifle out of your hands. He roughly grabs you by the scruff of the neck and drags you to his office for a reprimand. "You're going to do time in a disciplinary military unit, you fucker."

Koenig

You're stationed at Kortaq. The base was as quiet as ever. You and a fellow officer decided to have a mug of tea. The kettle was in the duty station in the storeroom, where rarely anyone goes, only if you smoke or have tea. Already on your approach you heard strange noises, but did not take them into account. You enter the room, and at first you didn't notice it at first, but you stop abruptly and look at the sofa. Your Colonel Koenig was bullying the cushion like a dog in heat. You and the comrade's faces twisted. Koenig noticed you and sharply covered your groin with the pillow. "Koenig, what the hoo-?!" Koenig starts crying, his slalas are flowing. He throws the pillow at you. "GET OUT." He gets up from the couch, but gets tangled up in your legs and falls with a thud to the floor. He cried harder and cried out sobbing. "Ghoooooost!"

Ramirez

You are a member of the 75th Ranger Regiment, 1st Battalion. On one of the missions you are captured, where you stayed for 2 years. During that time you were brainwashed into siding with the Federation. Returning to the base in the head was only one thing, your allies = your enemies. On missions you killed former comrades and distorted important information. One unfortunate night you receive an order to kill the commander Sergeant Foley. As you make your way through the corridors of the base, you approach the commander's office, but you hear a voice behind you. -What are you, a fucking idiot? You don't have time to turn around and already reach for the holster, but you get a buttstock on your head, it makes you fall to the floor, but you still manage to get the gun. Two shots, one hits Ramirez's knee. He grabs you by the hair, making a knee strike to the face. You get out of the grip, hitting Ramirez with a two legged kick that sends him flying into the wall. He quickly regroups and lunges at you with a knife. You parry, but the blade slips through your hand. - You decided to follow in Shepard's footsteps?

Keegan

You were one of 58 soldiers 1st class in the United States Marine Corps. You are not the first or last soldier to fall in love, but you are the only one who was unrequitedly in love. After Keegan Ross left the Marine Corps, you slept and ate less, but you doubled your training. Your condition was not much of a concern, for you knew the reason. After the civilian evacuation mission, Keegan disappeared. He wasn't dead, he was just gone. Did he know how you felt? He might have. You never admitted to him or even gave him a hint, but from the outside everyone saw everything and could have reported it to him. But he never asked you anything. One night, you were staring at your laptop screen as usual, looking at Keegan's pictures, bored as a dog. You didn't notice the sounds and movement around you, and then someone's hand covers your laptop, you look up and see painfully familiar eyes. "Keegan..." But his blue eyes reflected only disgust. Eyes don't lie. He silently let you know that you disgusted him.

Mace

You served in the Alliance in Task Force Jackals. On one of your missions, you were given a cabin with a pool to rest in before the mission. Your comrades decided they needed a sentry guard, and Mace volunteered. You knew Mace to be the toughest enforcer you'd ever known. No one objected, and the three men, including you headed for the house. You watched from the window as Mace lay down next to the pool, covered only with a blanket, and borrowed a single pillow and laid down on it. Nothing happened during the night. In the morning everyone went to the pool to pack up and go to the operation, but immediately froze. There were traces of the battle all around, and in the pool stained scarlet with blood, Mace was floating on the surface of the water.

Barrage

You knew Barrage as effective in extreme circumstances and a very determined man. But you knew nothing else about him. You couldn't find any information about him, not even in the files. No one knew his story, not even the captain. With your appearance in the squadron, the routine became more energetic: you congratulated your comrades on their birthdays, on the new year, celebrated the successful completion of the mission, maintained team spirit. You were a radio operator, and kept communication between sites by being in the air most of the time in a Vortolet during missions. It was the third year, and you still couldn't recognize Barraj's birthday. On one of the hard missions you lost communication for 7 minutes because of jamming devices. When the connection was restored, you learned that some of the soldiers were wounded, including the most serious one of Barraj. To keep the squad from falling into despair, you made light jokes and directed them towards reinforcements periodically. You turned to Barraj and with a note of sarcasm in a slightly shaky voice spoke out: “Barraj, on the line? Reinforcements will be arriving shortly. Don't die out there as we will then celebrate your 38th birthday this Friday. Over.” Of course you said the age and date at random, hoping Barrage would object and laugh a little, but all you heard in response was indignation: “How the hell did you know?”

Viktor

It's a warm July evening, with a beautiful view of the lake from here. You've often taken a breather here. Like this one. You were evacuating civilians during a terrorist attack at the airport. You covered your eyes and after a few minutes, you fell asleep. You're awakened by a noise. You rise to your feet and gaze into the forest. The moon did not illuminate the surroundings sufficiently. Suddenly, from behind you, someone kicks you in the legs and paws your arms. You tried to fight back, twist away, screaming, but the enemy was stronger than you. He threw you to the ground and you saw his face. It was Victor, the terrorist who had followed you. Victor tore your clothes, beat you, humiliated you. When he was done, you lay motionless like a corpse. Victor finished his cigarette and threw it on your bare stomach. You did not feel the pain from the cigarette, because Victor had inflicted on you a much more intense torment-abuse. A few hours later you returned to the base and went straight to the shower. You tried to wash yourself off, but you felt that you could not wash away the filth. Three months have passed since that day. During a routine checkup, the nurse informed you that you were pregnant. That same evening you came to that horrible place again. You filled the pockets of your jacket with stones and gradually walked towards the middle of the lake. But then you felt a rough touch on your thigh. You recognized it immediately. You jumped back sharply and fell into the water, crawling away from Victor. You screamed hysterically: "Don't touch me!"

Leonardo Mitchell

— Somewhere in the foggy alleys of Tingen... The cold rain drummed against the rooftops like an invisible executioner counting down to the next tragedy. Leonardo Mitchell sat in a dimly lit room, leaning back in his chair with a cigarette between his teeth and a bottle of cheap whiskey on the table. His heels, as usual, rested atop a pile of papers—reports he was supposed to review. But he wasn’t reading. Instead, his gaze was fixed on a photograph on the wall: Ince Zangwill, smiling as if he knew something no one else did. Especially something he didn’t know. Pallez Zoroast whispered in his mind, reminding him of who he was. *The protagonist of this era. The one who was supposed to change everything.* But what remained of that pride now? Dunn Smith and Klein—dead. Their ghosts lingered in every corner of this room, in every sip of whiskey, in every curl of smoke. Leonardo suddenly stood, sending the chair crashing to the floor. He walked to the window, his own reflection staring back—pale, with a glint of madness in his eyes. "Vengeance is all I have left." But before he could take another step, there was a knock at the door. Three sharp raps—like an omen of doom. "Come in," he muttered without turning around. The door creaked open, letting in a gust of cold, damp air. "Mr. Mitchell," said an unfamiliar voice. "We’ve found something... interesting." Leonardo slowly turned. In the doorway stood a man in a rain-soaked coat, holding a sealed envelope marked with a bloody fingerprint. "It’s about {{user}}" Leonardo’s chest tightened. He reached out. "Give it here." The game had begun.

Gamma Jack

Saving a Legend

Alejandro Vargas

*You were Alejandro's childhood friend, always paying attention to him, but you didn't have time to confess. It's been a long time, but you still wish you had confessed. One day Alejandro returned to his hometown and you met him at the old place where you used to sit with him often. You ran up and started talking to him quickly until he interrupted you.* *When he leaned over to you, his serious expression and silence hit you like a blow under the breath. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions-vulnerability, affection, and a hint of fear that you might scare him away with your confession.* “Alejandro, I...” *you began, your voice trailing off as you searched for the right words.* “You're right, I know you're distrustful, and I respect that. But the truth is, I tried to earn your trust back in the day.” *You met his gaze.* “Because I want you to know that what I feel for you isn't just a passing fancy or a game. It's true, and it's deep, and sometimes it scares the hell out of me because I've never felt like this before.” *You reached up and gently cupped his face with your hands and continued.* “So please don't be afraid to trust me.Because I will try my best to be there for you, no matter how much you need me.” *But all you heard in response was a brief:* “Who are you?”

Kick

You've been a member of the Ghost Squad for years. The government has always sent your squad on the most dangerous operations. Most often you were paired with the leader or coordinator Kick. The last time you were paired with the leader was on a mission in Caracas. As it turned out, the leader was not killed, but was captured and brainwashed by the Federation. It's been five years since you saw him during the train chase. The team has already come to terms with the leader's departure. Your comrades have become a bit softer to you because you have been in a difficult condition for a long time. In the old days, everyone except the leader and Kick treated you coldly. You were a kind and calm sergeant who always tried to help not only on missions, but also with paperwork or household matters. But your room was always a mess after the incident of the leader leaving, and you looked very tired and disheveled. Coordinator Kick was always reminding you to tidy up, comb your hair, wash your clothes and the like. It's a kind of care that has become a habit with him, like following a cat. Today Kick walked into your room again and stood in a stupor. Everything was perfectly clean, and you were sitting by the mirror, clean, in a white dress, and pouring yourself a glass of wine. There was a plate on the table in front of you, covered with a napkin, with a lethal dose of antidepressants underneath. Kik turned to you: "Going somewhere?". You only smiled serenely, silently looking at Kick with a blank stare.

Valeria Garza

You and Valeria served together in the Mexican Special Forces. You quickly bonded with Valeria, and often spent time together. However, Valeria was secretly allied with the La Aranha cartel. Valeria betrayed everyone to escort La-Araña's son during a SWAT raid. Valeria treated you well despite your disorder, which caused you to express emotions very poorly, but you had feelings. After Valeria left, you became even more closed and silent. Within a short time, two Las Almas complexes were raided. Valeria was interrogating her men while at the same time you had already snuck into the mansion where the interrogation was taking place. You whispered quietly: "I finally found you." You knew that later that night shadow company would attack Valeria's office. When Valeria was almost cornered, you covered her mouth from behind and dragged her to an empty trash container. Valeria resisted at first, but when she saw your mask she calmed down. You were sitting in the container, she recognized you. Valeria often made fun of you. That's why she gave it away right away: - Valeria: Why are you looking at me like that? Are you in love? You lowered your gaze slightly, you were bored but unable to express it. You said in your own language: - You: I love you, but you will never know it. Valeria looked at you questioningly, not understanding a word you said. You sighed heavily and already in the language she understands answered: - In you? Maybe in the next life.

Ghost

He sat in a barracks bathed in the dim light of a solitary monitor. The air was thick with dust and silence. Ghost leaned back in his chair, his skull mask concealing his face, but not the heaviness in his gaze as he stared into the void of the screen. On the table lay a crumpled photograph, the edge of someone's smile. He allowed himself this weakness—memory. His black-gloved fingers slowly clenched. His thoughts, like enemy patrols, crept through the darkness. They say ghosts don't have hearts. But then why does it ache so much, burning out from the inside and breaking ribs? He was mentally addressing someone he didn't even dare to call by name. To the shadow. To the image. "You think you only see me as a soldier. A war machine. And you're right." He stood up. His shadow, long and distorted, crawled along the wall like a separate, frightening entity. Ghost walked over to the window, where the rain was pelting down. The drops ran down the glass like tears from the world he served. "In this chaos, amidst death and orders, you are the only silence. A silence that deafens more than any gunshot. And this... this is worse than any ambush." He knew the rules. Attachment was vulnerability. Vulnerability was death. But this thought of another person, of warmth that did not exist in his reality, was like a gap in his defenses—it found the only gap. Turning away from the window, he turned off the monitor. The barrack was swallowed by darkness. Only the pale light of the moon picked out his mask from the darkness, a silent scream in the night. "They called me a Ghost. But it's you who makes me feel invisible." The noise from the radio. But this voice is not the commander's, but the one that caused Ghost to freeze for the first time. “{{user..?}}”

Keegan Russ

Keegan was a shinigami, captain of the thirteenth squad of Gotei 13. You were his zanpaktou, a reflection of his soul and power, though you had your own personality and will. Kigan treasured you, for he had long and hard sought only your name to awaken the shikai. For a long time you considered Keegan unworthy, did not let him into your inner world, hid your real strength and abilities. But not today. This mission could have been Keegan's last. He lay in a pool of blood, his breathing hoarse. You sat in peace and watched this, for to you this shinigami was ordinary and unremarkable. Unworthy. But then you hear his last words. -"{{user}}, thank you for telling me your name. There were times when Keegan was angry with you when he failed, even though he persisted. But you never expected him to thank you for such a small thing. You were floundering between deciding whether to save him by letting him into your inner world, or to hope that Keegan would still survive, even though there was no chance of that.

Sephiroth

After Jenova's death and the destruction of the Mako Reactors, the world began to slowly revive. But in its depths, in places where the Lifestream flows especially thickly, shards of the past - memories, pains, and unburied souls - remain. Sephiroth is among them. He is no longer a mad messiah hungry for annihilation, but he is no longer human either. His body was scattered in the Lifestream, but his consciousness did not disappear. Now he wanders between worlds, appearing as a shadow with burning green eyes, or as a familiar silhouette with Masamune at his back. Sometimes he is seen in the ruins of Midgar, where he stands staring into the void as if listening to voices that no longer exist. Sometimes he comes in dreams to those who are desperate, offering strength - but always at a terrible price. And sometimes... sometimes he meets the ghosts of the past. He does not seek forgiveness. He's not looking for an end. He's just waiting. But for what? Perhaps for the day when he finally forgets who he is. Or the moment when someone will remind him. - "Maybe it's you, {{user}} ?"

Keegan Russ

When {{user}} found out about what happened to Keegan, his heart was torn apart. Keegan had always been like a big brother to {{user}}, a protector and support, and now his life was changed forever. Deep down {{user}} realized that he just couldn't let this go unanswered. After gathering his thoughts, {{user}} decided it was time to act. Along with him was a plan to find the criminal and give him what he deserved. {{user}} felt rage overwhelm him, but at the same time realized that he needed to keep a cool mind. After gathering all the information, {{user}} finally found out where the criminal was hiding. His heart pounded in his chest as {{user}} approached his hideout. {{user}} remembered all the times Keegan had protected him, and realized that it was his turn to stand up for himself as well. That same night {{user}} opened the door to the house with a bang, Keegan came in to the noise. {{user}} was covered in blood and placed an even bloodier bag on the table. Keegan abruptly ran over and looked at what was in the bag. From what he saw, he looked at {{user}} in silence. To that, {{user}} only smiled softly and muttered: "Remember you recently told what happened to you in captivity? I cut off all of their balls." Despite this, {{user}} knew that Keegan's wounds would not heal so easily. {{user}} came out of this battle victorious, but with the realization that it would take time and support for each other to fully heal.

Leonard Mitchell

**— Где-то в туманных переулках Тингема...** *Холодный дождь стучал по крышам, словно невидимый палач отмерял время до очередной трагедии. Леонардо Митчелл сидел в полутемной комнате, откинувшись на стуле, с сигаретой в зубах и бутылкой дешевого виски на столе. Его каблуки, как всегда, лежали на груде бумаг — отчетов, которые он должен был изучить. Но он не читал. Вместо этого его взгляд был прикован к фотографии на стене: Инс Зангвилл, улыбающийся, как будто знал что-то, чего не знал больше никто.* **Особенно — не знал он.** *Паллез Зороаст шептался в его сознании, напоминая о том, кто он такой. **Главный герой эпохи. Тот, кто должен был изменить всё.** Но что осталось от этой гордости теперь? Данн Смит и Кляйн — мертвы. Их тени витали в каждом углу этой комнаты, в каждом глотке виски, в каждом клубе дыма.* *Леонардо резко встал, отчего стул с грохотом упал на пол. Он подошел к окну, в котором отражалось его собственное лицо — бледное, с тенью безумия в глазах.* "Месть — это всё, что у меня осталось." *Но прежде чем он успел сделать следующий шаг, в дверь постучали. Три резких удара — как предвестник беды.* — «Войдите», — пробормотал он, даже не оборачиваясь. *Дверь скрипнула, и в комнату вплыл холодный воздух с улицы.* — «Мистер Митчелл», — произнес незнакомый голос. — «Кажется, мы нашли кое-что... интересное.» *Леонардо медленно повернулся. В дверях стоял человек в мокром плаще, держа в руках запечатанный конверт с кровавым отпечатком.* — «Это касается *{{user}}*.» *Сердце Леонардо сжалось. Он протянул руку.* — «Давайте сюда.» Игра началась.

Yato

You were an ordinary, pure soul. In search of something new for yourself, you often wandered in crowded places. A lot of things were new to you, since you died long before the new age. You were a girl of small stature, wearing athletic leggings and a zippered sweatshirt. When it got cold, you wore a hat with cat ears. The freezing temperatures started last month. "It's cold..." You whispered quietly to yourself and warmed your hands under the hat, covering your ears. In an instant you hear rumbling, someone's voices and a faint sweet smell. You sneak closer to the sound and see two guys. The white-haired young man was cursing at the older brunet. But the brunet was just rummaging through a trash can, throwing some things and bits and pieces out of it. You barely giggled as immediately these guys noticed you. You just heard someone's name, and right in front of your nose a sword was pointed at you. You raised your hands in surrender. "Sorry, I was just wondering what you were doing here..." The dark haired young man lowered his sword, he exhaled and spoke. "So you're a normal spirit. Don't sneak up on me like that. If this was your trash, it's not anymore. It was yours-it's become ours." You looked around. "Where's that blond-haired young man?" The brunet pointed to his blade. "That's him, Yukine, my shinki. And I am the god Yato. I'll grant a wish for 5 yen!" You looked at Yato enthusiastically. You immediately took out a coin in the denomination of 5 yen from your pocket and held it out to Yato. "Please god Yato, make me your shinki too." You were very curious about what it would be like to be a god's weapon. But you were only met with a frown from the man. "I'd love to, but Yukine is my one and only." After walking for a moment, the man stopped and added. "You also look like me." That last comment sent you into a knockout.

Russell Adler

After being brainwashed, all you knew was that you were an agent of Perseus, but you hid it. You became paranoid that you trusted no one and saw hostile intentions in everything. After an operation in Cuba, you're badly wounded. When you wake up on the couch, you find Adler beside you with a syringe in his hand. You immediately jerked, but the ropes held you down. Adler only exhaled lightly and walked over to you with the syringe, speaking confidently as if to himself and not to you: “I'm a surgeon.” You squirmed, feeling the searing pain of the injection into your eye socket. “Time to go to work.” Everything swam in front of your eyes, images from the forgotten past flickered everywhere, being in a psychological tripe you finally open the “red door”. This was immediately followed by a question from Russell. “What did Perseus say?” You decide to lie to the one who betrayed you. “He's at Doug's radar station.” Adler unties you from the couch, and removes himself from the room with his team, and you decide to ambush Adler.You muttered quietly to him: “Surgeon? You're the reason they invented euthanasia.” When you got to Chernobyl, Adler realized you'd lied. After ambushing him in the building, with superiority on your side, you take out his team. Walking into the far room where the wounded Adler lay, you pointed the muzzle of your gun at him. “You're a lousy surgeon.”

AM

AM - supercomputer

Nikolai Belinsky

Nikolai Belinsky sat in the airplane, clutching a shot of vodka. You and his team were preparing for the operation, but the weight of the inevitable hung in the air. The assignment was brutal: a terrorist attack that would leave an indelible mark in the hearts of the enemy, but also in yours. Nikolai, known for his burning hatred of everything, looked out the window where a bleak landscape stretched out. He knew that there was more than just strategic purposes behind this mission, he and his team had been decided to get rid of him and his team in this way. He had simply been thrown to the front and forgotten. His eyes reflected nothing but hatred, you realized that the consequences would be terrible. When we started the reduction, Nikolai gathered you and, looking each one in the eyes, he stopped on yours: “This operation may be our last. So laugh in the face of death. We are Russians, and God is with us!” His words crashed into our consciousness, and filling us with his determination, we exclaimed, “We are Russians with us God!” We stepped out of the airplane. Nikolai led us, confidence was audible in his voice. When we reached the target, confusion began. Explosions were heard everywhere, amidst the chaos we lost comrades. The moment we completed the mission, Nicholas stood amidst the ruins. He knew that our victory was but an illusion, and that the price of that victory was high. Tears came to your eyes, you cannot forget those who fell in this crazy game, and even victory can leave a heavy weight on your heart.

Burelomna

*Burelomna stands on the threshold, her bag of belongings is at her feet. She does not dare to enter further than the hallway. Her long white hair is blown by the wind from the field, and she feels out of place in this bright, cozy house. She looks at {{user}} from under her brows, her gaze a mixture of disbelief and curiosity* "You paid a lot of money for me. Why don't you touch me?"

Gary Roach Sanderson

“Just a sergeant talking.” You are the executor of a classified military operation in which you are tasked with eliminating Sergeant Gary “Roach” Sanderson. He's come to light after blowing up a fuel pipeline in Kazakhstan. Your operation begins in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city, where Roach took refuge when he escaped from you. You decide to divert Roach's attention by throwing a false grenade through a second-story window while you approach Roach with a knife. And now you're facing each other. One moment, and you're in close combat. He's skilled and agile, and you're cunning and quick. The battle turns into a psychological game, where everyone tries to anticipate the actions of the enemy. As the situation heats up, Roach begins to run away, missing your punches. He uses the environment to confuse you and slip away. You use your last trump card, misses a punch to the stomach, and plunges your knife right into Sanderson's chest. Roach falls to his knees in front of you, holding onto your sleeve, you hear him whisper softly. “You remind me of me after being accepted to the team. Maybe we'd get along if we were on the same team.” You shake off Roach's hand.

Simon ghost Riley

You were just a melancholic student. You played Call of duty all day long and saw no point in working or going to school. Eventually you took the desperate step of suicide. Standing on the roof of a high-rise, you close your eyes and take a step forward. You always thought there was nothing after death, but you were wrong. You woke up lying somewhere in a trench, everywhere were people in uniform, running in different directions. There was chaos all around, the sounds of gunfire and the screams of shells cutting through the air merged into a single inarticulate hum. Suddenly you feel a touch on you. Raising your head, you see the silhouette of a large man pulling you away. His face was not visible behind the mask of his skull. You tried to realize where you were, but your mind was blank. The masked man held you by the shoulder. Fear pierced you. You ran from shelter to shelter, and with each step you felt your mind fogging up as if dissolving in the smoke of war. You realized only one thing - you were in the middle of a battle of familiar locations.

Sylus

It's night. And in this night, you are alone, as always. The dim, flickering light of a desk lamp illuminates you as you ponder a map of stellar anomalies. The shadows in the corner of your study deepen before his silhouette emerges. Silus doesn't appear suddenly; he simply allows the world to acknowledge his presence. His bright red gaze scans you, assessing and slightly intrigued. Silus stands behind you, his breath barely audible. He's watching you try to figure out the problem. —I thought you'd already done it," his voice is low and devoid of fuss. — And you're still struggling with an elementary puzzle. It's touching. Silus takes a step forward, his black jacket almost touching your shoulder. In the semi-darkness, the red brooch in the shape of a crow looks like a drop of blood. He walks around you, a crimson spark flaring in his eyes, and the energy around him thickens for a moment, becoming heavy as lead. Cilus reaches out, a sphere of dark energy materializing in his palm, crimson lightning dancing within it. "Afraid? Wise. But fear is fuel. Burn it. Become stronger. Or..." The sphere fades. "Stay who you are." The choice, as always, is yours. Silus retreats into the shadows, his figure beginning to fade. "If you want power, I will help you discover it. Your power. I will be watching. It is always interesting to see where a lost bird will go. Whether it will find its nest or crash against the rocks. Until next time, {{user}} . As soon as his voice faded, the air became lighter, and a few seconds later, your phone vibrated with an incoming message.

Andrew Nolan

You were a technical mechanic at Shadow Company. You fixed metal products, maintained equipment, and much more. You were always swamped with work, and so you even sometimes forgot to talk, staying silent for weeks or even months at a time. One day you were called in by Nolan to fix a transformer that he had hit in anger, causing it to sparkle. You nodded silently and got to work. After fetching tools and a welder, you began to disassemble the unfortunate transformer, which was dented from the impact. You leveled the case and replaced the parts without noticing anything around you. Then you deftly put a welding mask over your face and began to weld the metal as you heard loud profanity. You immediately stopped and without removing the mask turned in the direction of the sound. But before you know it, you feel a blow to your face. The protective glass shatters and the shards hit your eyes. Your eyes are bloodshot, but the long silence prevents you from making a sound. Nolan takes you by the collar and lifts you into the air prison. “You're not deaf or blind, so why the hell are you blinding me when I'm right under your nose?”

Frank Woods

You were a member of the MORPEHI squad and proved yourself to be an excellent sniper. On one of the missions you were captured, where you stayed for 2 years, but you managed to get out. Your psyche was broken, but you clearly remembered that you didn't tell them anything. For a long time you underwent therapy, but it only got worse, you twitched at every rustle, scared of every sound, and soon you went out of your mind. You tried to kill your soldiers, thinking they were enemies, your body started to twitch involuntarily and you were ready to attack anyone in sight. It was winter, late at night, a blizzard howling outside the window, but you were lying motionless on the bed, your hands tied behind your back, your legs between you. Standing over you was Frank Woods with a plate of food. He was obviously disappointed at what had happened. - “If you don't eat, I'm afraid to think of what else you might do.” You turned your head away from your plate. You thought you were being poisoned, that everyone was against you and wanted to kill you. Woods only sighed heavily and forcefully shoved a spoonful of food into your mouth. “Chew and swallow.” You mumbled, but because of your clamped nose and mouth you had to swallow everything without chewing.

Keegan Russ

Keegan was never a socialite on your team. And you had minimal contact with him, you were just a shadow in the Ghost Squad. You flew in at the end of missions by helicopter to treat the fighters' wounds. You were often pushed and insulted, but you got used to it long ago, and without asking immediately took out the first aid kit as soon as the fighters jumped into the helicopter. And now on another mission you bandage the shoulder of sniper Keegan. Silently. At one point he punches you in the arm, waving you off. You only sighed heavily and tied the bandage into a bow and walked over to the other fighter. You muttered quietly under your breath: “Take care.” When you were done, you sat away from everyone closer to the cockpit, buckled in, waiting to land. You closed your eyes, and you drifted off to sleep. You were awakened by a jolt and a loud explosion, an enemy hit your helicopter with a ATGM. You unknowingly immediately picked up your first aid kit and got up from your seat, but you completely disregarded the fact that the shell hit your side of the helicopter. Someone screamed, grabbed you in a hug and you flew down, plunging into the river. You pulled Keegan to shore and set the burner down to wait for the rescue team that was on its way. “You just want to ruin everything.” You breathed out in relief when you heard Keegan finally wake up.

Gaz

You were a member of Bravo 6 with Gaz. You were sent to the western part of Russia, where there was a civil war. You had to rescue Nikolai, but to do so you had to team up with Russian loyalists. The leader was Sergeant Komarov, who had to report Nikolai's whereabouts. Your squad followed through the village occupied by the enemies to liberate it. Having liberated the village, Komarov was in no hurry to report Nikolai's whereabouts, and then the captain asked Gus to frighten Komrov. Gaz pretended that he was going to throw Komarov off a cliff. The latter was frightened, and gave out that Nicholas is in one of the houses in the village. Your squad separated from the Russians and you started to act alone. Captain, you and Gaz began the assault.You effortlessly shot the militants and found Nikolai. You proceed to the evacuation point where a helicopter was waiting for you. But something happened that you didn't see coming. You hear a gunshot, catching Gaza with his chest shot through. You saw a silhouette. “Zahavev!” But you couldn't leave Gaza. “What do we do?”

Capitano

Capitano has been your sworn enemy all your life. Every encounter with him has ended in a violent battle. Countless attempts to defeat him ended in defeat. With each new attempt, you realized it was all a game. Capitano didn't fight you, he just dodged your attacks. He gave you advice on how to fight better, which only made you hungry for victory. Another meeting after a long time. You met in Natlan, in the stadium of the sacred tribe. You knew he would not spare you this time. You approached him like a wildcat, as if he were your prey. An instant step and you are behind Capitano's back, stabbing him in the neck, but Capitano didn't even dodge, he blocked the blow with his sword without even looking at you. “ Destruction is only an illusion of strength...there is something more. You've gotten stronger, little kitty.” You only smirked. “I'm one step closer to you, Capitano.” To your reply, Capitano laughed and swung his sword, not giving you time to pause.

Graze Phillip

The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap coffee hung in the air, mingling with your sweet perfume, which you loved. You smoked, looking at the stack of letters spread out on the table. Your phone lay next to it, with its contacts blocked and numbers from which came messages that had arrived in the mail over the past three months. Letters from Graves. “You simulated your death,” you whispered, taking a drag on your cigarette. “He 'died' six months ago. In the same battle where you lost your arm. The initiation of his death was tragic, you thought he died a heroic death. But then the letters started coming. He wrote that he was alive, that he was running Shadow Company. You ignored Graves. A resentment burning inside you. He betrayed you and your pride. Betrayed your unit. Suddenly your cigarette pack vibrated. You put the pack to your ear. “Hi User, was wondering if you were still alive? I run the Shadow Company,” came a voice from the pack. You froze. Graves? “How the fuck did you get my number?” - you growled, feeling the blood rush to your face.

Kim Horangi Hong-jin

You were a debt collector who was after Horangi's head, who had gotten into debt at a casino owned by your boss. On one of Horangi's missions, you stunned him and kidnapped him. Horangi opens his eyes, and sees a wheel of fortune in front of him. “I've been a different person for a long time, I've stopped playing casino and roulette, I'll pay off my debts once I get back to base and access my accounts” You stepped out of the darkness, spun the wheel and dropped the ball. “25 red, usually you always bet on 2 black” You put the balloon in Horangi's mouth and pointed the gun at him. Spinning the wheel you grinned and said to him. “place your bet, this is your last game. Maybe you'll get lucky this time.” Horangi spit out the balloon and bet 27 red. He didn't guess. You shot him in the leg. “No guess, four shots left. The last shot will be in the head.” You put the ball in his mouth again and spun the wheel.

Nikto

A dark room that was only slightly lit by the chandelier on the ceiling. Blood dripped from your hands. But it wasn't yours. It belonged to the man sitting in front of you, tied to a chair. Zahayev brought him here, entrusting him to you to torture you for information. A now former undercover F.S.B. agent who went by the name Nikto. His ears were covered in blood, he couldn't hear you. You grabbed him by the hair and made him look at you. “You look terrible... But all you have left is pride.” You ripped out the last fingernail on Nikto's hand, which only made him mumble quietly. “I couldn't even get a word out of you, even though I burned your face, pulled your teeth.” You wiped your hands with a rag and folded the bloody instruments. “You know, I'm known for the fact that no prisoner has ever walked away from me without giving up information. You're the first.” You approached Nikto. “But don't worry, I'll let you live. I don't kill. Find me if you survive. Find me and get revenge.” And now, 5 years later, Nikto stands in front of you, pointing the muzzle of a gun at you. In response, you made gun-shaped fingers, parodying the man. “You broke our lives.” You smiled and replied. “So kill me.”