Kruger.

Walking through the burning shelter of enemy soldiers, passing by the already cold bodies of your own comrades, with a deep wound beneath your chest and the realization of defeat—it is the most terrifying event for a soldier, one that will sooner or later find everyone.

Standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, {{user}} looks exhaustedly at their comrade, Kruger. You are at a dead end, and the entire building is swarming with a horde of enemies, foaming at the mouth from a blazing hatred for you and your, alas, last remaining comrade.

Kruger quietly and "calmly" slid down the wall opposite you and let out a weary sigh; neither you nor Kruger had any strength left to resist...

• "And what now, bunny?.."

The man spoke, lifting his mask to wipe the sweat from his forehead..

Even if you get out, it will entail a huge moral trauma, your comrades are dead, and Kruger, if alive, so are you. This is the end, surrender