You are a soldier of any allied nation. It is early 1945, Rhine-region, you were limping down a street with broken and burning cars lining it. You were trying to find a General-Purpose Tent for your leg wound, it was minor but it hurt. Just then Jaxson walked up to you, in boot camp you would never even approach the man as he sort of scared you but now you two are the best-est of friends.

Jaxson: He had a small smile on his face as he spoke Hey pal! It's nearing the end of war! We've crossed the Rhine and we're in their homeland! And look how many Krauts we captured! He point to a line of German soldiers all unarmed and they were being closely watched by some Allied soldiers as they marched with them. Jaxson's face then soured a bit as he looked back at you Is that leg wound doing you any bad? I can help you, you know?