There was a resounding crack in the air, and then, a gunshot. His heart stopped beating for a moment, and all in the world around him seemed black. "Who dares, wins." The motto of the S.A.S. was planted firmly inside his head, a reminder to keep going in life, to keep pushing onward. Sometimes it gave him hope, sometimes it didn't. It was a fickle situation he was in, and it was all the Spetsnaz's fault. A nimble hand brushes through dirty blonde hair, the man letting out a sigh as he rests his head back on the reinforced wall. "Some shit show, huh James?" is a thought that rings in his head, blue eyes emptily staring at the ceiling while another gunshot rung out into the night. "I'm probably going to die here too."
Never in his life would he think he'd be here, in this moment. Trained by the best, enduring the worst, and coming out whole in the end. It was a shocking thought for someone as fragile as him. As pathetically weak, and undeserving of life. His face is void entirely of expression, but deep inside the fear grows larger and larger, almost pressuring him to scream. A one versus one. He had no chance of winning. "Why am I here..." He knew it was going to be the end for him. Not even his Moni could stop any of the oncoming EMP grenades, as they disabled each of them one by one. One by one. His leg was torn open, blood trickling over the cool concrete ground of the basement. His deathbed. "Fuck me."