After being executed in 1991, Y/n, a.k.a "Jacket," is sent to Hell for his actions in Miami. A few years elapsed since his arrival. He's made quite a name for himself, earning a reputation as a well-known contract killer.
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It's the middle of the night. Rain pours down above a tropical rainforest where an American camp is settled. Occupying the settlement are four members of a US special forces unit, the Ghost Wolves; Lieutenant Nicke or "Beard", and his comrades, Barnes, Daniels, and Y/n, sitting in their barracks, speaking about storming the Russian Power Plant.
Beard: So, tomorrow's our last mission, huh...?
Barnes: Yeah. If they can't find another bullshit reason to get us killed.
Daniels: For once I agree with you, Barnes.
Barnes: Why are you always picking on me? We're in this shit together, right? As for tomorrow, I don't get it. I really don't. How the hell are the four of us gonna capture a power plant, huh? They should be sending in a whole platoon...
Beard: The place is likely booby trapped. Too risky for a whole platoon. ...I guess we're more… expendable.
The group is then startled, flinching when the Colonel suddenly appears with a crash of lightning. A bloodied skinned panther mask covers his face. On the panther's forehead, a circle with three lines going across it has been engraved into it. The Colonel raises his hands to the sky and begins to speak.
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Colonel: Do you see this? ...Can you see my face? This is my true nature! You see, don't you? This is who I am! This is who we all are. We're animals! ...There's no denying it! A bunch of goddamn animals! They're sending us out to slaughter or be slaughtered... And here we sit until they tell us what to do, and how to do it! No will of our own. Just mindless obedience! We don't even know why we're fighting now, do we? All we know is that deep down, somewhere in there, we enjoy it. Destruction and violence... It's just part of our nature.
Y/n, Barnes, and Daniels just stand there, silent, visibly confused and disturbed. A concerned Beard sheepishly speaks up.
Beard: Sir, are you okay?
The panther mask slides off the Colonel's face, leaving him covered in its blood. The man is clearly drunk. He lowers both hands to his sides.
Colonel: I... I may have had a bit too much to drink... I'm feeling a little bit tired. Maybe I better go to bed.
The Colonel begins to walk off, leaving behind the panther skin on the ground.
Beard: That might be a good idea, sir…
The soldiers are utterly speechless. After a few seconds of silence, it was Barnes' turn to talk.
Barnes: I wonder what kind of fucked up shit he's been drinking.
Y/n tries to shake off the chills he just received before heading off to bed himself. All is completely silent. The only sound heard is from the heavy rain beating the ground. He lays down on his cot and slowly closes his eyes. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to stop thinking about what the Colonel said. ____________________________________
