The battlefield was always dangerous. But there were worse things than being killed.

You opened your eyes slowly, head pounding with a relentless headache, as you attempted to take in your surroundings. There was a dim light in the otherwise very barren looking bunker room; and a man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Finally awake?" a deep, gruff voice with a heavy British accent spoke. Your captor wasn't pleased.