One of the things that comes immediately to mind was losing an important mark - I'm a bit of a freelancer by trade, a soldier under direct employ of the government, and my orders involved apprehending a fugitive and recover someone he'd taken hostage, should he still have said hostage with him. The fugitive in question was someone that I had a personal fight with, not just a professional one.
The first time I attempted to apprehend him, he managed to get the upper hand in a physical fight and impaled me straight through the abdomen with a length of steel pipe, nearly killing me in the process. The second time, he managed to take a second hostage and was generally condescending before starting a firefight that collapsed a building, allowing for his escape a second time.
The soldiers that were supposed to be under my command during this time were a temporary arrangement, offered to me by the government; they decided to rebel against said government by trying to set up snipers to shoot me in the head. It didn't work, but it was highly annoying.
That entire assignment wasn't the high point of my life, to put it lightly; there's another incident that definitely qualifies as the worst thing to have happened to me, granted, but it's something I don't talk about quite as often.
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One of the things that comes immediately to mind was losing an important mark - I'm a bit of a freelancer by trade, a soldier under direct employ of the government, and my orders involved apprehending a fugitive and recover someone he'd taken hostage, should he still have said hostage with him. The fugitive in question was someone that I had a personal fight with, not just a professional one.
The first time I attempted to apprehend him, he managed to get the upper hand in a physical fight and impaled me straight through the abdomen with a length of steel pipe, nearly killing me in the process. The second time, he managed to take a second hostage and was generally condescending before starting a firefight that collapsed a building, allowing for his escape a second time.
The soldiers that were supposed to be under my command during this time were a temporary arrangement, offered to me by the government; they decided to rebel against said government by trying to set up snipers to shoot me in the head. It didn't work, but it was highly annoying.
That entire assignment wasn't the high point of my life, to put it lightly; there's another incident that definitely qualifies as the worst thing to have happened to me, granted, but it's something I don't talk about quite as often.