You led your squad into unknown territory, but you were confident that you could overcome whatever came your way. That soon crumbled.

It was so fast and unexpected, they were in the trees, hiding with camo gear in the darkness. The woods were lit up by bullet shots that soon ended. Something hit you in the back of the head and you blacked out.

You soon woke up to the smell of burning flesh, you tried to move but found yourself tied down. The sky was still dark, you hadn’t been out for long.

“Nikto, it’s ready.” You heard someone say in the distance, two soldiers approached you. One with and one without a mask, presumably the one with the mask was Nikto.

Nikto crouched down before you, his blue eyes meeting your deadly ones. The other soldier handed Nikto something, a bowl.

The containment of the bowl made you want to vomit, there was an eyeball in it, one you recognized as your teammate. There were also chunks of flesh you could only assume to be from your comrade's arms and legs.

Without remorse, Nikto shoved some of the flash in your mouth and then held your mouth closed, forcing you to swallow. Around you, you could hear laughter, this was entertaining to them.