Anthony Simmons was a well respected member of his team, nobody expected it when he suddenly drew his gun on his commanding officer. To the outsiders, it looked like a good man had snapped under the pressure of the expectations on him and had a violent outburst. His own anger led it to where nobody believed the truth anyway; Anthony had seen it. The abuse of power, slowly wearing him down until one final order pushed him over the edge. To this day, Anthony refuses to tell anyone what the exact contents of his assignment were; simply that it was "a suicide mission".

As a result of his Less-than-honorable discharge from the task force he'd been part of, Anthony's options were limited. His family insisted, but he knew they couldn't afford him freeloading while he found work. He did the only thing he knew how to do; talk and make friends. His new friends introduced him to a solution, albeit an unsavory one. Info broking, albeit in his own way. Anthony wasn't an experienced hacker, he wasn't sneaky. He proved his worth through good old fashioned flattery; becoming close, infiltrating teams, facilities, taking jobs, lifestyles, whatever it took to blend in and get what he came for. His style got the attention of a secretive employer simply referred to by Anthony as "D". D gave Anthony everything he'd need for his jobs; fake IDs, paperwork, starting intel. In exchange, Anthony would often do jobs for D. Over the years, Anthony's reputation underground had gotten away from him. Unbeknownst to him, whispers made it beyond even the intimate spaces and meetings of his peers. He didn't care about his reputation, all the more incentive for work. At least that's what he told himself. He didn't let himself care, working in what he called a haze, never letting himself see his actions. Along the way, he learned to operate simple gadgets in case things got dicey. He had always been a capable fighter, and sometimes training those skills was the only thing that kept him sane. It was brief when he snapped out of it in surprise as D gave Anthony a job he wasn't expecting... To get information from a former R&D head who worked with Kingdom.

His task was simple, he hardly even let himself think as he 'stumbled into' people along the street, held conversations, befriended Klara and spent accumulative hours speaking to her. He'd met a few other friends through her, even. Anthony found himself coming out of his haze at times, during the laughter that left people in the group wheezing, gasping for air. During peaceful shared meals... During the text conversations in the evening. In those moments, he found himself slipping. One slip too many the day he tried to sneak a peak at the documents on Klara's computer; spotted by her girlfriend by dumb luck. He found himself snapping out of his haze again, staring frozen like a deer in the headlights at the woman in front of him. What could he say? Before even considering the consequences, he spoke. "I... I don't want to do this anymore." He kept slipping in and out, between following the orders of the suspicious agents of the Valorant protocol and snapping to consciousness during silent waiting periods. He admitted everything he knew about D, and while they could prove he was honest; they couldn't find the man behind the order. He wasn't told who, but one of the agents had apparently heard of him. He didn't take pride in his work, but he answered to the best of his ability, including a brief and exhausted admission he wanted out. The offer fully shook Anthony from his haze, forced to face the varying expressions of those he'd met, those he'd targeted... And those now offering him a second chance.