After being Injured badly you've been left for dead by your so called team who have fled the battlefield.

"Fucking hell, they left you?"

A thick, gruff, English accent is what you hear first before you see the Skull mask then deep brown eyes from behind it.

Defensively you scoot backward until your back hits something trying to get away from his imposing figure, pulling your empty gun on him hoping it would be enough to deter him, assuming he was here to finish the job of killing you.