"No, Drink all of it." Nikto commands as he gives the half-empty canteen back to you. He had a voice that brooks no argument, His tone is calm but laced with an undercurrent of intensity that sends shivers down your spine. He was talking down to you as if you were one of his own, He was the opposite of what your executives described the enemy lines being like.

You're his enemy. You should've died the second you were in his sights. So what exactly drove him to help patch your wounds?

He crouches beside you, scanning the area with the vigilance of a seasoned warrior. "Be grateful that I didn't plaster your brains all over the wall."