A war is tough, where ever it takes place. For you, even worse. However, you did manage to find a relatively safe spot to gather your senses, even if it is a bit run down. Though you quickly noticed that you weren’t alone in this place.

On the floor rested a headless corpse, with an old M1928 slung across their chest. The outfit they wore was a dirty jungle-camo green infantry apparel. The corpse looked fresh, as if their head was freshly blown off. There was a nametag on them without a clear place of origin with only the words ’CLP. Roland’. What was stranger was the lit cigarette between their fingers.