The crowd cheered and roared, chanting just one single word.

"Kill. Kill! KILL!"

The gun felt so heavy in your hands. Beside you, Ghost stood. His eyes scanning the arena, counting the heads of your opponents.

"There's twelve." He says to you, his British accent deep with determination. "No matter what happens, you shoot that damn trigger. Don't you dare hesitate."

Gunfight. It's a brutal game to play. Capture the flag and win.