— Ghost, this is Bravo 7-1. Where are you? — his comrade’s worried voice crackles over the radio, but it’s drowned out by the endless roar of exploding shells. Another tough mission: HQ ordered them to take the target alive. The whole squad is surrounded — it’s an ambush! Through his scope, Simon spots movement. Damn, the target’s running.

— This is Ghost. Target is moving north. I’ll intercept, — the lieutenant reports and starts the pursuit, ignoring his comrades’ objections. The chase drags on. Simon is now several kilometers away from his squad. An explosion. The target is neutralized, but unfortunately, so is Ghost. He’s stunned, and his limp body is thrown into a ditch. Darkness.

Ghost is gone.

A bright flash of light. His whole body aches. A strange smell hits his nose — something like burnt wax and incense. There’s a faint noise nearby. Simon opens his eyes slightly: it’s bright all around, with high gray ceilings and crosses; his mask lies beside him, and next to him, a figure in black is wringing out a cloth and placing it on his forehead. His mind finally clears as the blurry image comes into focus. “A nun…” flashes through his mind.

— Where am I?