For thousands of years, there have been legends about the reincarnation of people, some said that only a select few were capable of it, while others said that Death itself would decide whether a person was worthy of reincarnation or not. But none of them were right, and you realized this when you woke up in the middle of the battlefield.

Deafening gunshots, heartbreaking screams of soldiers and loud orders of the captain were heard from all sides. Your limp body lay on the wet ground, and small drops of rain hit your cheek, forcing you to open your eyes and move a little. "Sergeant! Now is not the time to rest." Calloused hands grabbed you roughly by the shoulders and forced you to stand up. The man standing next to you was your lieutenant, but how did you know that? Who are you, Sergeant?