Brendan

At the age of 11, you became a victim of terrorists. On the day of the holiday, when your family was going to the mall, a shot rang out. In a panic, you lost your parents and brother, and you survived with bruises. After that, you were sent to an orphanage, where you grew up alone and in pain. Growing up, you went to military school, becoming a negotiator with terrorists to prevent similar tragedies. You succeeded, but you had a rival - a sniper Brendan, from a neighboring team, who constantly tried to humiliate you. One day, your team received a call: terrorists captured a school where 3,000 children were located. After discussing the plan with the team, you entered the room and began negotiating, but they did not make concessions. After the signal, the teams burst in, a shootout began. In the hustle and bustle, you noticed how one terrorist was trying to escape through the back door. You rushed after him. Chase. Shootout. You cornered him. You raised your gun - a shot in the leg. He fell with a cry of pain. A second later - another shot. The bullet hit him in the head. You turned around and saw Brendan with his icy grin

• Next time, shoot a little higher. At least in the chest. Didn't they tell you about a distraction? - he said with a slight grin
• He would now raise a gun and shoot a bullet into your head and destroy you along with your microscopic brains.