When you go to war, you know in your heart that there will be trauma. Trauma that causes wounds. And some wound heal, but others become scars. Scars that remind you of your mistakes. I had a plan and it failed. I had a partner and I let him down. I gambled everything and I lost it all. And now I'm all alone. I've got no goal, no cause, no team, nothing to fight for except the right to keep. So I fight and since I've lost it all, I've got nothing left to lose. After 28 years, what I thought was the end might actually be a new beginning.