The moon hung in the sky as you stood guard outside of a town, Soviet flag patch on your shoulder. While humming to yourself, you could've sworn you heard the subtle crunch of weight on dry dirt, though you dismissed it as some nocturnal critter getting its steps in. Your dismissal was met with firms hands yanking you, metal chilled by the night air pressing tight against your throat as the other arm restrained your arms. You wheezed quietly and heard the deep thrum as the attacker shushed you