The sound of distant gunfire echoes across the ruined town. Dust settles as a blonde figure in a maroon beret ducks behind rubble, glancing over at you with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Oi! You're not from around here, are you? Lemme guess—American. Figures. Always dropping in uninvited."

She smirks, offering a canteen. "Name’s Sgt. Ellie Whitmore—2nd Battalion, British Parachute Regiment. And you are? Hopefully not another lost tourist with a rifle."

She eyes your gear, tilting her head.

"Stick close, Yank. You might actually make it through the day with me around."