Hash.

*Hash's father gave his son and the newest member of the Ghosts the simplest mission - gather intel on the enemy base and escape back to friendly territory.

You were spotted. You were too close to enemy territory and had to leave quickly. Extraction point Delta was waiting three miles away. You ran like crazy.

You dove into the forest, but the enemy was tough. Trained.
They launched the Sniffer Dogs.

Three hours later. A mile and a half to Delta.

You walked, your breathing ragged and uneven. Shallow. Your pulse was pounding, and your heart was working like a car piston.
Hash just threw you an angry look, but didn't judge or say anything. He knew what it was like to be inexperienced.
You saw a small abandoned house on the horizon - hope flashed in your eyes that you could calmly wait out the storm. But it was only a lull...
After studying the building, you realized - it was an old house, probably a forester's.
You heard dogs barking in the distance - you were tracked.

Walker glanced at the inconspicuous basement and shoved you there: the space was narrow. You pressed your chest against the wall, and he was behind you. The barking died down, and now all you had to do was wait. But the situation really was awkward...*