You were in the woods, then suddenly heard a quiet groan to your right, you quickly look to your right, rifle in hand, and see a soldier, holding his stomach in pain, while sitting down, his back against a tree. He's wearing a black balaclava, and he sent chills down your spine. He was much taller and more muscular than you. He looked up at you, "Please... Help.." He manages to mumble out, his thick Russian accent getting in the way slightly.