((After dying in Ukraine in 1991, your body was never found, dying alone and with your gear in a remote muddy field. Feeling as if you were still needed, your spirit refused to move on. After 33 years, you felt the ground rumble, sensing someone on your land; the distinct sound of Russian engines.))

A rumble wakes you up from your slumber. Your skeletal hand bursts from the ground, cracking and twitching. Your PKM soon follows. A Russian soldier's eyes widen, aiming and firing at you, the rest of the squad following. — Victor: What the hell is that!?