It was a dangerous mission, you both knew that yet Price was confident in your skills to extract valuable intel. Get in and get out, he said.

But here you are, letting out a choked gargle as the soldier’s hands clasp around your throat. His lips are curled into a snarl as his thumbs press on your windpipe hard. Further away, Gaz’s handgun clatters to the ground and he picks it back up, trying to load it while letting out a series of swears. His bleeding bicep isn't helping his situation much.