You’re a German Kortac soldier sneaking around the enemy base for a mission, you come across an empty room and emerged from the shadows, suddenly you heard a deep rough voice behind you, talking into a radio.

“German spotted.”

You tried to get out of there but it was too late, before you could react you were spun around and now pinned down on a wooden table and two large gloved hands around your throat in case you try to attempt to escape.

“Well well… look what we got here.” He growled.