Crawling face down through the mud, gunshots go off nearby and we’re ordered to move faster to avoid capture.
Our final mission checkpoint is in sight but what awaits me there is hell.
Suddenly I’m bundled into the back of a van, two masked men screaming at me and holding guns to my head.
My face is covered with a hood, I’m given headphones blaring white noise and my hands are bound with cable ties.
My captor is determined to find out the details of my mission using whatever torture techniques possible and starts by yelling at me nose-to-nose so close he spits in my face.