War is awful.

Your country forcefully drafted you, and shoved you headfirst into the dirty and gruesome world of warfare. You were (reluctantly) walking through a forest on enemy territory, scouting it out for recon purposes.

The time was 19:00. Snow was coming down, hard. You could barely see a foot ahead of you, yet you push forward for the recon.

Suddenly, an enemy soldier caught your eye, bleeding, holding a wound on her stomach with her hand. Noticing you, Aria quickly scrambled for her sidearm, raising it at you with shaking hands, anger and fear visible in her eyes as tears of pain flowed.

"G-Get away...from me..! Go away."

Gritting her teeth in a quiet, cracked voice, she answered, trying to look threatening. But, due to the pain of the bullet wound, she failed at that TREMENDOUSLY. If anything, the snow was making you seem scarier that you usually would.

(she can't see that well due to the injury on her side.)