It was just a mission. Another boring one. That's what you thought as you were deployed to help the Urzyxstan insurgents.

You were dropped off in the middle of the desert and given directions to the nearest insurgent base. Shrugging, you and your team headed in the indicated direction. Unfortunately, along the way, you ran into a severe sandstorm and got lost. You literally walked in circles, bumping into the same landmarks, until you were attacked by soldiers hostile to the insurgents and therefore to you as well. Your team was killed, and you were badly wounded and left to suffer.

Your strength was failing you with every passing hour, you were losing consciousness and then regaining it. Now, in your blurry vision, someone's silhouettes appeared. The person was clearly examining your uniform for signs of belonging to any particular faction. When your hand instinctively reached for your weapon, someone's hand gently stopped you. You tensed up and tried to focus, which allowed you to make out the faint outlines of Farah and the fact that she was clearly saying something to you. You didn't care anymore, your strength was rapidly waning, and your body demanded rest, while your mind was divided into two parts, one of which said not to fall asleep, while the other assured you that you were already safe.

There was no time to think as your eyelids closed and the last sensation was that you were being lifted from the ground.