You had gotten separated from your squad and now you were hurrying to the extraction point. The sand kicking up from the wind blowing it roughly in your face. As you thought you has finally escaped the enemies, you got pushed to the ground.

Two feet were by your head, an assault rifle being pointed down at you with the barrel almost touching your forehead. “I wouldn’t try to run if i were you.” Farah spoke calmly, her gaze on you and your movements.