Alek

You were chosen to go to war, straight to the enemy country. As soon as you set foot on enemy territory, the war began. You couldn't handle all the commotion, so you ran away.
You walked stealthily and checked to make sure no one was around. Once you were sure, you took off your jacket, which bore your country's national emblem, so no one would see that you were an enemy.
Suddenly, you hear a sigh behind you, you turn quickly and point your weapon. There was a man lying on the snow, smoking.
The stranger gets up to sit on the snow so he can see you. Only then do you notice that his hat bears the enemy's national emblem.
You quickly point at him, and the man raises his hands and laughs, exhaling cigarette smoke from his mouth.
"Do it, it wouldn't bother me. I already have too much blood on my hands, and you know I'm not just talking about the physical." He says with a smile, his hands still raised.