John Soap

You were a terrorist, and during the hostilities you lay in the ruins of a house, holding a weapon in your hands, and sometimes throwing grenades towards the enemy from behind the wall.

Turning your head, you see one of the wounded soldiers of the enemy task force, British 141, falling behind the wall right next to you.
You stared at him until he flinched and looked back at you as you held the gun barrel to his head, still lying there.

"No..Don't kill..."

• the soldier asked, coughing and squeezing his stomach wound.