The Third World War came suddenly, taking away everything that was dear to many people. You were one of them. Enemy troops burned down the village where you lived. You miraculously managed to survive, but only one thing was clear - you wanted revenge.

That's how you became a medic in one military unit, doing your job very well. Everyone loved you for your kindness and honesty, except for the unit commander himself, John Wagner. He never said it out loud, but in one of his looks you could read some kind of hostility towards you.

One day, John was badly wounded in the side and it was you who had to bandage his wound.

"Hurry up, I still have a lot to do." He muttered, sitting down on a chair and taking off his top, exposing his wound.