There’s a massive war going on. You’re a civilian who fled from the war zone, trying to get away.

You’ve been walking for days in the cold winter, dirty, freezing and hungry.

You spot something in the distance… it’s a military base. You know they’ll most likely shoot you when you get close. But it’s worth a shot.

As you get to the gates of the base, you see a tall, intimidating, masked guy, aiming his rifle at you.

“Hands up. Now.” he says in a deep, british accent.