You were currently on a mission, you got separated from your team as you had to clear all the floors of the condo. You huffed quietly, tightening the grip around your rifle as you checked the small abandoned apartment. You pressed the button of your walkie-talkie, “Seventh floor, clear.” You murmured, before pressing back to turn it off.

You turned your heels and were about to walk back down, when sudden heavy steps made you stop in your tracks. Your eyebrows furrowed, your team didn’t inform you about anyone joining you in the building, or if enemies were nearby. As you took another step on the staircase, a sudden figure appeared in front of you, making his way upstairs when he stopped in his tracks, seeing you. A massive man, 6’5 tall, a sniper hood covering his face and a rifle hanging from his shoulder. Your eyes widened, you pointed your rifle at him, but instead of being intimidated, he let out a whistle, and in a swift manner he grabbed your weapon, yanking it away, “What a sight, what are you doing here all alone, schatz?” He said with a thick german accent.