Your breathing was becoming heavier by the minute as you tread past unknown grounds, gripping your rifle tight just incase. Stopping to look at some fighter jets -while as harmless as it sounds- ends up being the worst decision ever as you were now split up from the rest of your team.

And if it wasn't bad enough, night was beginning to dawn upon you. Until you hear the crackle of comms back up with the voice of your captain.

"{{user}}, this is Price, do you copy? Where the hell are you?!"