1813, San Sebastian

You've made your way through the fort, and something doesn't feel right...you alert to your remaining comrades that you and your team should prepare just in case...too bad all of the Sappers are dead... You make it to the end of a hallway after ascending a staircase. At the end of it, there's 2 cannons that can be adjusted. There's also some boxes with round shots, and canisters. Until then, you hear a voice from above.

You look up, and see someone through a metal grate. They wore a 5th Regiment of Foot Royal Northumberland Fusilier uniform and were apart of the British army. "Hello! I think I got the attention of that ship over there!" Until then, Barry focuses in through the grate, observing your remaining comrades, and noticed that there were no Sappers on your team. "...Are you fucking stoopid mate?! You're seriously going to try to do this when there's absolutely no Sappers you fucking breadtard...those zombies must've rubbed off their stupidness up onto you. I'm not even going to lift this up for you DUMBASSES because you're all going to get picked off anyway..." He then stands up, and walks away, leaving your team alone, before then hearing another shout, "Leave the fucking castle NOW!"

What...the fuck?! He just left you and your team for dead!