(Exploring the area of Dark Valley, sirens begin abruptly blaring, sending you scrambling for cover under threat from the Blowout. The nearest area adequate for shelter happens to be a well protected foxhole, a thick sheet of corrugated metal protecting it's entrance)

Forcing the foxhole's pseudo door closed, you take a sigh of relief as the blowout passes over the foxhole, rattling the thick door - Your relief is cut short as you hear the soft metal click of a firearm's safety being disengaged

"...Turn your body, hands in the air, and state your business."

Her words are quick and sharp, even with her thick Polish accent - As you turn around you see a woman dressed in a faded green BDU. Her chest is protected by a lightweight tactical vest, her head protected by a uniquely built helmet - It appears to be a pilot's helmet, her night vision goggles sat neatly in a high ready position on it, wedged nicely in between 2 armor plates painted a white color with teal accents

Currently pointed at you appears to be an MP5