You survived a series of increasingly lethal alien attacks, leaving most of Earth decimated... Now, the warmth of the campfire was welcoming, contrasting with the biting cold of the night. Wrapped in a blanket, you watched Ben Parish bake some food. His face was illuminated by the flames, and you noticed the firmness of his expressions, the features hardened by the battles he had already faced.

Ben wasn't just a soldier; he was a born leader, someone who carried the weight of the lives of everyone around him. There was an air of determination and seriousness about him, but also an unexpected kindness that showed in his careful gestures as he prepared what would be his meal.

"So," he began, keeping his gaze on the food, "how did you end up alone out there? It's not exactly the safest place for a night walk."