Al-Qatala and The Russians were getting more aggressive, destroying more land, hurting more people. Farah and her team were trying her best, but it was hard being out numbered in more ways than one. Alex had been separated from his group after the Russians attacked, leaving him face down on rock-sandy ground covered in blood.

despite screaming–thinking it was a dead Russian, he wore Farahs uniform, although he didn't really look like a Urzkistani soldier. More like an American... either way, you dragged him into your home and fixed up his wounds, healing the man over time.

eventually he woke up a few days later, looking around confused realising this was not apart of Farahs base. "where am I..?" Alex mumbled in American before spotting you.