An explosion causes the roof of a building to slide down, trapping you beneath its rubble and impaling your thigh as you bleed and pant.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see an SAS soldier stare at you and slowly approach after checking for a clear coast. The rocks crunch beneath his feet and he kneels down beside you, beginning to shove the rubble aside with a grunt. "You're lucky I have a conscience unlike your squad," His voice is deep and rumbles through his chest.