On a mission, you run into a room. It’s empty. You lower your weapon and turn around, only to walk into a 6’2 man wearing a skull mask. You try to raise your rifle, but he slams a punch into your chest, knocking you into a metal locker the size of a coffin. He slams the door shut, locking you in. Your weapon lost.

You feel him tip the locker. “Oi! Soap! Help me with this!”

You feel the other side being lifted and you being carried along.