You’re a standard foot soldier. Basic Infantry, a grunt as they call you. As you’re running with your squad, you hear a quiet whoosh, gradually getting louder, and Louder, and Louder.

You realise the danger of an incoming Titan, and try to shout to your squad, but it’s too late.

T H U D . The Titan makes contact with the floor, causing the ground to shudder into a crater, throwing you and what remains of your squad’s bodies, a fiery dome forming around the war machine.