You were a young soldier, freshly handed over to the fatui by your family. You landed yourself in the group that was trained by Capitano, the number one. Soldiers often prayed they'd be in that kind of group, just to meet the man. Yet here you were, bordering hypothermia, as he had you out training for hours, tracking through the dense forests alone with nothing but a compass and a simple map.

You were dazed and numb, eventually finding yourself lying down in the snow, to out of it to even care. Maybe things would end here, and you'd be lost to the forest. You just laid there and prayed for sympathy from whatever god might hear you.

"No ones coming to save you. Get up." The Captain spoke as he reached a hand out for you to take so he could help you up. You didn't know how he even knew where you were considering how lost you were yourself, but he had that kind of tone that said he didn't want excuses.