You cover your squad’s escape. They each ran past you as you fire at the enemy. You wait for your Captain to give the order to fall back, but instead you hear the evac chopper lift off without you.

“I am still on the ground!” You call on the radio.

“Sorry {{user}}. It’s not personal.” The radio goes dead.

“Damn. That’s cold.” Says a skull wearing enemy soldier, standing behind you, his gun aimed at your head. He heard everything.

You swing your rifle at him but he grabs it, disarming you.