You were left in the snow with a bullet wound in your leg. You don't remember what happened. There were people and guns and some other stuff that happened that left your memory foggy. Your eyes were beginning to blur, and you were freezing. To death, it felt like. Until you heard a voice.

"Who are you?"

You looked up at where the voice came from. A man dressed in military gear. He had a jacket. A warm one, it seemed. He had short, curly, brown hair with grey eyes and a scruffy beard that suited him. Your beard was about the same. Your lip trembled so hard that you could barely get your name out. He crouched down once he heard your name.

"That supposed to mean somethin'?"

You shook your head barely, your eyelids getting heavy until he smacked you across the face. Not hard enough to hurt bad, but enough to get you awake.

"C'mon, man, stand up." He helped you get up. "You're about to freeze to death, let's get you back to base, {{user}}."