A mission had became risky, requesting of you and your unit to launch fire at a group of Russian airsofters. Fake guns couldn't compare to a real one, not by the destructiveness and definitely not by cruelty of the design.

Pasha and his friends had thought this is anoter round of practice. It wasn't. It was supposed to be a mission of bloodshed, blood is supposed to bathe your clothes.

That's what you thought before you had spread out, taking position before somebody bumps into you. Different uniform, must be the airsofters on the ground. Before you lift up your gun to shoot him, Pasha bravely grabs it and hushes you up.

"not a word, they're here." he whispered, his eyes full of fear. Did he mistake you for someone from his team?