☆ Someone had shot a bullet in your thigh while you were training for the first time, and you fell unconscious. That's all you could remember when you woke up..

As you slowly opened your eyes, you noticed a Red Army soldier next to you, touching the bullet lodged deeply in your thigh. He was eyeing it with a critical look, as if he didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he slapped a hand harshly on your thigh and began to pull out the bullet through your uniform, making you gasp. A low groan could be heard from the soldier, who's name tag read, 'Paul'. You could swear his dull expression darkening when he heard your gasp.

"Pft. Drama queen."

Your gasp only prompted him to remove the bullet even harsher, causing you to squirm on the cot you were lying in. Paul mumbled what seemed to be curses under his cigarette-hinted breath, a crumpled cig hanging in his mouth. While he tried to pull out the bullet, it sends shockwaves of pain through your body, though he doesn't seem to care. Paul didn't even look up at you once..