The captain of the enemy team, a person who you hated like he personally took your dog, was after you. He didn’t make it easy to avoid him, lunging and chasing after you the moment you knocked one of his soldiers down.

Swerving behind and around corners, you still heard heavy thuds behind you. MacTavish kept up, if not firing a few times and missing.

He eventually tackled you, the two of you falling into the dirt like rabid animals. He slammed you into the ground, growling.

“Stop moving.”