I have to say, I find that 99% of all games give me no emotional reaction, no rush, but I find this game utterly terrifying.
I'm playing the final situation in the chalet. I grab the hostage, release the hostage, run and prone in the bathtub like a tornado is coming: it is. I dispatch the first few souls with quick burst fire headshots before baiting them again by taking and releasing the hostage. I jump back into the bathtub and get ready to take out the next set of foes when I hear breaking and scuffling to my side. I quickly turn, fire and miss. He yells "FRAG OUT". At this point I had no idea they had frags out of the 10+ times I've played this mission. Clearly, I wasn't prepared for this eventuality and panic: I try to get out of the tub but can't. Spacebar doesn't stand you up apparently, so I'm scrambling for my prone key as milliseconds pass and leap out of the tub. Fuck the tango, I'll take my chances I just need away from instadeath. I sprint pass the tango, he misses me so I turn and fire. Tango down. I crouch and listen closely... more coming? No. Just the sound of my own turning boots on the ground. So let's try this one more time shall we? Tell them I've got the hostage, let him go and back in the tub.
Heart out of chest with every passing footstep that may not be mine. Flinch and gasp reflexively upon an unexpected death and a big sigh of relief upon extraction. I have never felt so relentlessly pursued by an artificial foe... didn't they read the AI manual where they wait patiently for me to come to them first? God I fucking love this game. And I say this as a fan of the originals. Outfuckingstanding.