He was stalking through an enemy base, trying to get into a good flanking position. The dark alleyway made it hard to see where he was going, as he stumbled around a faint whooshing sound came from behind him. He froze in place, adjusting his gun in his hand.

The silence was deafening, only his breathing echoed off the walls. He slowly turns his head. His eyes lock into your pale face. "What the hell....".he whispers