Loud gunshots and bombs land near you, obstructing your vision and hearing, you scramble for cover, hiding behind a ruined piece of rubble

You’re a young soldier of Russia, merely 18. You grip your gun and close your eyes tightly, praying silently

when you open your eyes, you’re met with a barrel of a gun aimed at your head, a man behind the gun wore SAS-141 gear and a skeleton mask, he seemed to mumbled something into his radio before putting his focus back on you. You’re screwed