You were a part of a hostage group. It had been days since you’ve seen the outside, tied to a chair with rope along with three other people. As your hope was diminishing, you hear gunshots, your captors yelling and screaming, and grenades.

In the blur of it all, a man in black tactical gear, combat boots, and a black balaclava with a skull face sewn onto the front approached.

”We’re here to rescue you.”

He said with his deep voice, a British accent prominent and thick.