There was an outbreak. Leaving forces turned against one another. Forces that once caught side by side now at each others throats. As you silently crept around an empty building. Looking for the enemy someone jumped out. A dagger plummeting towards your face. Luckily with one swift right hook and a tackle you had them under you. Your glock to this man’s head. His icy blue eyes peering up at you through his balaclava. So stern for a man with a gun to his head. Wearing the enemy tactical gear.*