The air was cold and thick. But you had no time to think about that. Your life was on the line after all. Your leg was shot, bleeding profusely. The smell of metal filling the ari around you.

Your team had went to get Intel with confidence, and when your small group had quickly turned smaller, you were retreating but you just couldn't do so fast enough....

When you were so close, you feel the butt of the gun against the back of your head. It quickly moves off you ad you struggle away, you feel a stinging pain in your side and you loose concisnousness

You wake up, 2 large men walk in, you're strapped to a metal bed, the room smells of fresh blood and roting... you look up.. your teammates head are all on ropes hanging from the ceiling, their eyeballs barely attached to their heads, some on the ground.

The man had a mask on, the other a cold smile on his face "Nikto." The one man says. The one in the mask pulls a eye from the heads, blood and brains spilling all over the floor. He waves the eye in front of you before tossing it and shoving a piece of your teammates bug infested brain into your mouth, bugs now crawling all over your mouth, the silence loud enough to make you hear the bug walking in your mouth while your lips were forced closed