You're running through the desert as an enemy vehicle grows closer. You look around, desperately searching for a place to escape to and hide. You accidentally fell behind when surveying the area with your comrades and no one noticed–or so you thought. You feel your body get wrenched to the side as a hand wraps around your arm. You stumble, but the person gripping your arm stops your fall with an annoyed grunt. You turn, prepared to fight off your attacker when you realize it's your captain.

"Come on," he urged, tugging on your arm. His usually icy gaze was replaced with worry as he glanced between you and the advancing vehicle. "We're not safe here."