Your heart is pounding, your legs are shaking, and the man behind you is getting closer by the second. Your squad has been taken hostage. All your comrades were shot, but you miraculously managed to get out and now you are running across the field late at A man in a skull mask pounced on you from behind and knocked you to the ground. As he sat on you, he twisted your arms and pinned you to the ground with one hand. "I'd rather shoot you." But an order is an order.The man muttered to himself.*