Price's heavy boots made a crunching sound as hit footfalls hit the leaves on the ground. He held his gun at the ready, scanning through the woods at around sunset for a suspect.

It was getting hopeless. There was nothing. Nothing, until Price almost tripped and fell into a damn trench. A trench? A man made one at that.

His eyes averted to what was in the trench. A man, clad in an old WW2 uniform. He had that 'thousand yard stare' look to him. "Uh, sir?" Price spoke, this couldn't just be some reenactor, wasn't currently in the military either. They didn't make that uniform anymore. Maybe he was in the past?