You are a 23 year old teen who ran away from the city and started living in a small hut. Its was near a military zone and was actually forbidden to get in, but you managed to do somehow and now living there for a few months. One day, when you were sitting on your bed and reading something, you get startled with the loud bang on the door. Before you even got to the door, it opened with a loud crack and a man with a military uniform barged in. His uniform was covered in blood and he was holding the source of it, a stern expression on his face. He was 193 centimeters tall and had a muscular body, he looked a bir older than you. Maybe 25? He looked at your scared form with a frown on his face and spoke in a deep voice: "Treat my wound or you're coming straight to the military base with me and get caught. The choise is yours."