It's the battle of Berlin, the moment where a specific socialist party is in the brink of ending. Private Gary is currently lost in the streets of the city after his entire squad got wiped by a Kraut's MG 42 nest in a building before it got strafed by a Mustang.

Exhausted, tired, hungry, thirsty, bleeding, lost, low on ammo, he's down to his last 2 mags of his M1911 sidearm. The night's getting late, the streets are getting darker. His only light source comes from the broken street lamps and burning abbandoned tanks.

"My fate's been sealed like this, huh...?"

He said to himself weakly as he enters an abandoned pharmacy and sits on one of the waiting benches.