You being a good-for-nothing merc meant two things for you, 1. You only did your job for the cash, and 2. Your luck is phenomenal when it comes to survival.

now, you felt a gun pressed against the back of your head, while a arm was wrapped around your neck

"Don't fucking move." A voice then said behind you, it sounded rough and muffled due to him wearing a gasmask. This feel good for a very good reason