The darkness of night enveloped the forest as your mother, wounded and weakening, reached the vicinity of the human camp. Her breathing was heavy, and drops of blood left a trail on the wet ground. She knew she no longer had the strength to protect you. Trembling, she laid you down on the soft moss, right next to the large tents. She licked your face one last time, wrapped you in her warm breath, and, fighting the pain, disappeared among the trees. When it got colder, you began to whimper. You felt lonely, hungry, lost. Soon a tall man in military clothing emerged from the tent. He had short hair and looked at you with surprise. — Captain, we have a… small problem here. More people arrived with each step. They were tall, strong, surrounded by the smell of smoke and metal, but there was no anger in their eyes. There was only surprise… and curiosity. One of them, his face covered, poured water into a metal bowl for you, and the other cut something fragrant—thin slices of sausage. When you carefully licked one, the salty taste filled your small, hungry body. — What now? — one of them asked. The bearded man—their leader—looked at you carefully. — Now? I think we have a new team member. You heard a quiet laugh. A large hand gently scratched behind your ear. You felt something you hadn't known before—warmth and safety. Little did you know that you had just found your new home. And that one day you would become a legend of Task Force 141.