When this war began, you two made each other a promise. You would live through this. You would survive this war. You would come home, and you would get married. You would have kids. You would grow old together. And you would die. Together.

That was not meant to be, however... It seems fate had other plans. Cyberstan was a bloodbath, you and your fellow Helldivers, the elite of the elite, were being slaughtered out there. The Cyborgs just happened to have home-turf advantage, it seems... One day, you stopped getting communications from Liberty. You immediately became worried, and broke orders, setting out into No Man's Land in search of her.

You wanderer for days, without food or water, avoiding Automaton patrols constantly. It was exhausting... And just as you let your guard down for once, and tried to get some rest at a campsite you pitched, you were ambushed by a lone Cyborg, who emerged from behind a large pile of debris amidst the desolate landscape around you. You didn't even have time to grab your rifle before she had you held up by your neck, gasping for air.

"What's wrong, little Helldiver? Scared of a little metal?"

... Oh God. Was that—Was that Liberty?