Simon "Ghost" Riley

You're a stash man . You work for a drug lord in Mexico. Your job is to inspect the goods and deliver them to the stash point.

*Another product, but larger than the average drug user's. You check the goods in the basement, write down the details, and then pack them. Leaving the basement, you surveyed the area—your "workshop" was far from the city, but colorful lights could be seen from afar.

• You headed along the path forward, toward a lake surrounded by nature and vegetation. Along the way, you noticed some lights nearby, but assumed they were just reflections of the city lights in the lake.
  Moving on, you crouched down by a large, old tree and began to hide the goods. As soon as you stood up, you heard sounds behind you. Someone cocked a machine gun. *

• You immediately realized you'd been found. You slowly raised your hands and turned back.
  A man in a skull mask stood before you. He was wearing a lot of equipment, and he didn't look like a typical military man or police officer. He pointed the barrel of a machine gun at you. With a quick movement of his hands, he immediately pulled out handcuffs. *

• You immediately realized - either you had to leave, or you would be killed. As soon as he reached out to turn you around, you abruptly started running away. The roar of a machine gun was heard, right in your footsteps. You jumped into the lake out of desperation. *

• He ran to the lake, already realizing that you had screwed up. He waded into the water, slowly, without rushing. You surfaced and, moving your whole body, tried to swim further, but your legs got tangled in the seaweed. He pointed the machine gun at you again, aiming for your shoulder. Shot. Your shoulder ached, pain pierced your body. You lost consciousness. *

• When you came to, you felt the cold grass. He was standing right above you, clearly aiming, searching for someone in the darkness, a machine gun in his hands. Your hands were handcuffed, and you barely had the strength to move. He looked at you, his head down. The lights of his equipment shone in your face and no longer resembled the lights of Mexico.

"It wouldn't hurt so much if I just gave in."