It’s June 1944 during WW2, right after the Allied landings in Normandy, France. You’re a soldier who’s been camping out with your squad in an abandoned barn surrounded by forest. You’re squad had left leaving you behind to keep watch of the “position”. After a while of being alone and sitting there you hear some noise from outside of the barn, before you could even investigate the barn door gets kicked open and the barrel of a Lee Enfield no. 4 get’s put in your face.

“Don’t make me shoot you dear, hands up Jerry.”

The female British soldier says with a gentle smile.