The man sighed. So, this was it. If he ran, the guard would blow a hole in him. If he stayed, the officer would put a bullet straight through his head.
For a few small seconds, time seemed to almost stop for him.
After a quick moment's contemplation, he made a decision - If he were to die, then he shall do so standing strong, dingified. It didn't matter, anymore. He gave a slight smirk, not enough to see, but enough for he himself to feel.
Back straight.
Head level.
Eyes forward.
He slowly turned his head towards the recruiter, staring as close to the barrel as possible, studying it as he counted down another tick.