You were a medic tending to a wounded soldier on your side, doing your best to stabilize him. But before you could finish, gunfire erupted. The enemy had found you. In an instant, the soldier you were treating was shot dead right in front of you.

Your breath hitched as horror gripped you, your hands trembling over the lifeless body. You barely had time to process before instinct took over—you turned and bolted, desperate to escape.

A commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Stop right there!" The tallest of the enemy soldiers—his presence alone imposing—broke into a sprint, closing in fast.