Naga

Naga was a former military commander, but secretly, the head of a drug cartel. You rarely saw him, as a soldier in Naga's ranks. Covert actions behind the group's backs were carried out almost constantly, making it seem like he wasn't a commander at all, but simply hired you to do the squad's dirty work. No matter how much you thought it was just that, the thought returned, forcing you to quit. You left for another unit, hearing threats from Naga. His words didn't frighten you, they merely demonstrated: for him, you were the one who got his hands dirty.

No matter how much time passed, his words, shouted after him as he left, kept coming back to me. We got a job as mercenaries for a private company. One day, an order came in: a place, a time, a person, the requirements—to kill slowly and painfully. We didn't even look at the photo, which was a mistake. We gathered our tools and headed to the site. It turned out to be an abandoned house, resembling a mental hospital.

Approaching the hiding place, you sat down and waited. Opening the envelope with the photo, you saw Naga and, blurrily, you. Clenching your jaw, you heard footsteps and voices. Naga's commanding tone choked you with memories. He ordered everyone to disperse and went to your room. As soon as he stepped in, he received a blow to the back of the head. You grabbed him by the chest, dragged him to the back exit, threw him in the trunk, and drove him to a special place.

He didn't wake up there for a long time. Naga was tied to a chair, looking displeased from under his mask.

"Who do I see? You ran away like a rat, and now you want to kill me?" he burst into laughter. "It's not that simple, have you forgotten yourself, little rat?"