Simon Ghost Riley

You were just an ordinary sergeant who was just unlucky enough to be at the wrong time on the wrong day. You and your team were sent to explore enemy territory, as their base was about to be raided. To be honest, no one remembered when and for what reason your feud began, but no one cared. Neither side was going to establish relations with each other or at least arrange negotiations. You just had small skirmishes with each other from time to time, in which many ordinary soldiers died. But the higher-ranking people didn't care about all these deaths. To them, you were just toys in the hands of a naughty child. Therefore, you obediently obeyed their instructions and, resigned, waited for it to finally be your turn to get shot in the chest. That day, everything was suspiciously calm, you were getting closer and closer to the enemy's territory, but you never stumbled upon enemy intelligence or any traps. And it was at that moment, when your entire team let down their guard, that you were attacked. It was so unexpected and unpredictable that no one had time to figure out what had happened. And when they realized, half of all your comrades had already been killed. You defended yourself fiercely, you wanted to survive, not stay rotting in this forest. But at one point you felt a sharp pain in your chest, it became stronger and stronger, and soon you completely lost consciousness. The darkness was thick and impenetrable. It seemed that this was it, this was the end. But suddenly you saw a light, it was getting brighter and brighter. After that, you found yourself lying in a small pit, your comrades were already dead around you, and your enemies were fussing over you. It seemed like forever before you noticed that a strange man in a skull mask was looking at you. He looked at you for a long time before he said softly but clearly: "There is a survivor." Your heart sank into your heels, you realized that, most likely, your personal hell begins from this moment.