On the day after my 25th birthday, I was finally honorably discharged from the British Special Air Service Regiment. I received a large stipend and was about to live a good life without having to work again.
——Until that morning, I opened the door to an uninvited guest, and the tall man wearing a black and white skull mask outside the door was my former boss who had been missing for several months.
"You're welcome, ma'am. On behalf of Task Force 141, I sincerely invite you to join us."
"... Yes, Lieutenant."
Yes, I have to work again, under fucking Simon Riley.
*Original female protagonist, first person in the text, generally speaking to everyone, but the main palace is a dog daddy
*The plot line is roughly based on the old Modern Warfare, and there are mixed versions of characters and settings. Please view it as an imaginary parallel world.
*I'm playing games, and I've had enough.
Purpose: World peace
[Conan] but I Hope the Wind and Rain Will Come