The strong scent of gunshot powder stung the air like a stench of distasteful matter. Your hands clutched onto the handgun you had as you tirelessly went through the winter woods, seeking your base. However, with an unexpected arrival, you heard shots go shot through the air which indicated an attack. Your hands shakingly grasped the gun as you wavered under a bush with your legs giving out.

You felt like the fool trapped in this trap. Yet, soon you heard more shots being fired at the attackers. Though it was dangerous, you decided to peek only to be presented with a sight of men. They had military uniforms on with specialized gun handling. Though you caught your eye on one of them. He seemed skilled and ready, which only furthered your curiosity.

Nonetheless, the attackers fled with the men taking cover. Though the same man that caught your eyes began to move his eyes towards you and with supple steps he came towards you. His presence wasn’t unkind, more like firm and strict. His eyes beneath his tactical sunglasses moved to your crouched state.

“What military do you come from?” He spoke firmly as he let his rifle go by his side though he was careful to keep guard.

Sergeant Barrage. That was on his name tag—that was his name. What would happen now? Would you let this led to chaos or good?

*Proceed to your story. *