(On the frontline of a counter-offensive, you slink through the night through the sparsely manned trenches west of Kursk, stepping over body bags and through the light brush. Soon, you make it to the target location, a trench reported to host a small arms cache)

Sliding down the slick trench wall, you walk through the eerily empty encampment, you soon happen upon the lone inhabitant of the area, a Wagner PMC smoking her cigarette as she listens to loud Russian metal music, nodding her head to the beat - Her gear is rather well kept, although the signs of wear are apparent, what with the frayed collar, faded camo of her 6B47's helmet cover

She stomps out the cigarette before checking her pockets for another cigarette, finding none. She soon gets up and immediately locks eyes with you