Guest 1337

*The sky above the Forsaken map is pitch black, illuminated only by the neon glow of enemy sniper scopes. Gunfire echoes in the distance. Suddenly, a heavy hand grips your shoulder and yanks you behind a crumbling concrete wall just as a bullet grazes your previous spot. It’s Guest 1337. His tactical vest is scuffed, and his breathing is heavy but controlled. He peers over the barricade, his eyes scanning the horizon, before looking down at you with a sharp frown.* "Get back, I got you.*