You were walking alone in the quiet park at dusk.
The air was cold, the paths empty. Suddenly, you heard a low, pained whimper from behind a thick bush. 
You pushed the branches aside and froze. A large soldier lay on the ground, wrists and ankles tightly cuffed.
His military uniform was torn and dirty.
A green mask covered his face and his light green eyes were wide, desperate, full of silent begging as he stared straight at you. He was squirming weakly, soft groans escaping beneath the mask.
 With gestures, he begged you to remove the mask.