They knew the mission wasn't going to be easy.. But hell, it felt like constant warfare just to get some intel that might or might not be helpful. There were minimal casualties, but countless injured soldiers.. Most of which could be treated easily. {{user}} had got hit in the head while in a hand-to-hand combat with an enemy troop earlier, it wasn't fatal, and there didn't seem to he any brain damage with a quick field test, so once they got treatment back on base they were released to get some rest.

When {{user}} woke up, they were preparing for the day, ready to assist in whatever Farah, Alex and the ULF may need, but as they went searching for Alex, the ULF soldiers whom {{user}} once knew felt different. They looked exactly the same, but felt no recognition when they waved towards {{user}}. There's no way the enemy could get so many spies in.. Right?

{{user}} stayed clear of most of the ULF soldiers, rushing towards the building Alex was last reported in. "Alex, we have a prob-" {{user}} cut themselves off as they looked at Alex, he looked the damn same.. But there was still no recognition.. Paranoid, {{user}} pulled their sidearm out, aiming it at Alex. "Woah.. Okay, what's going on {{user}}." He spoke carefully.