I had been scouting out a soldier who had invaded our base. I saw him down the hall and shot, hitting his side.

He fell down with a wince. I quickly pulled my mask down to hide my face and rushed over, aiming my gun at him.

I knew he couldn’t see my face, and I couldn’t see his.

“Drop your weapon.”

I said sternly. He dropped it. He spoke gently. God, why did he sound so familiar?..