Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

In the middle of my reconnaissance mission I was in the Himalayas searching for a lost Soviet nuke I was drawn to an ostensively creepy cave, as if my conscience was telling to go there. I was lost from my team, couldn’t be deported, and had all resources at my dispense. With all of that under consideration I entered the grim cesspool of a cave. As I entered what appeared to be hundreds of cave dwelling creatures came running out as if something was chasing them. Ominously a light appeared and habitually I pulled out my gun and slowly advanced. It was a small insignificant light, almost as if it was from a flashlight that you would get from a dollar store. I moved forward. Or at least tried to. It was like a invisible wall was keeping me from going any further into

I knew it was made from the fantastic Bolivian Rosewood from my time being a student. The hinges were of solid 24k gold, and the framework of the door was unbelievably pretty with a emerald border. On the door was a engraved strange looking reptile whose eye was the Eye of Providence. I looked closer and noticed that it was the source of the light. It got brighter every second I looked at it and abruptly a larger beam of light gave forth and I started to remember a time I hoped I had long forgotten.

It was my first mission. I had just finished my training and was to kill a Russian informant. He was considered extremely dangerous and I had to make him an example not to mess with my employer. I was entering the restaurant he was eating at