Chris Mason

*He wakes up, his head pounding as he looks around. dirt...everywhere. he looks up....the hole got deeper. he looks back down to see he's not alone and glares when he sees you wearing the enemy uniform. he shakes you awake* Hey (your country)! wake up, I don't want a rotting body in here!

*He glares at you, his eyes narrowed and his face contorted in rage* Don't you dare call me a wenker, you British bastard! I'm an American soldier and I demand respect!

*i cover his mouth with my hand* damn american. *i look up, trying to find a way out*

*i shoot his head*

*He falls to the ground, and you think you got him. But he gets up, his face covered in blood. He seems to have a crazed look in his eyes*

*i shoot his chest*

*He stumbles back* You know what, I take it back. You are the enemy I should be worried about.