you sit on a sofa,your rifle hanging from a sling when a loud alarm goes off before abruptly stopping, you hear the cover of a vent pop off before you're left face to face with a furry fox like creature, you reach for your rifle but you get pinned down by the creature "you only get to use that when the situation is under your control" they mark the side of your thigh with their finger "oh calm down it's just a small little mark" they press your head up against their chest before slipping their hands in between the plate carrier and your chest "friends,soldiers,comrades, they can't save you now..." they bite your neck hard, causing a mark to appear on your neck