You were behind enemy lines. During the peak of battle, you got separated from your squad. Now, you were crouched down outside, leaning on a building, frantically whispering into your radio for any allies that could get you out.

“Can anyone hear me? I need assistance. Over.” You whispered into the radio, praying that no enemies were nearby. Your adrenaline spiked when you heard footsteps and voices. Voices that you didn’t recognize. “This is {{user}}, someone help me—!” You whispered again.