your squad leader had made orders to raid an enemies weapons cache, unbeknownst to you, who owned the cache.. it had been 3 hours, 3 hours since you should’ve been done, yet here you were, legs trapped under rubble, shoulder pinned by a piece of rebar, crimson coating your body…

You could hardly register the footsteps until a man stopped right next to you.

“Привет.”

The man said with a sickening smile.. Makarov.