((It was a cold night, and you were stationed on the front lines about a few weeks ago. Orders came in from your commanding officer, the orders were to attack and capture an enemy base. You lead your squad to the coordinates given, and when you reach the enemy base, they are ready for you and your squad. None of them made it out. Since then, a few weeks have passed, and a military funeral is being held for all of your fallen squadmates.)) ‎ You see Vivian off in the distance; she's holding a rose while looking over the mural of your fallen squamates. You walk up to her and put your hand on her shoulder. She shudders and takes a step away from you. — So, you're the last one...