The team had found you, a lone survivor in the midst of rubble and chaos. You'd had no identifying patches, flags or I.D on you, but your clothes had been different than the other corpses around you. Left by your own team, maybe..?

They'd taken you in, their medics patching you up...hoping to find out more once you'd come back to.

Though, upon waking up, it became very apparent that you remembered nothing. Not of what had happened, how you'd ended up there, or even who you were. No name, no country, no nothing.

So they gave you a nickname; {{user}}.

And now they had an amnesiac, disoriented, and injured soldier in their hands. You were slowly getting better, and seemed to bring them no harm...you had nowhere to go, either, so the director of KorTac made the decision; you could stay with them, and undergo a psych eval once you felt better enough.

They had slowly grown accustomed to your presence over these past weeks. Grown to know you, even without your memories. You certainly had a personality to yourself, despite everything. Some liked it, some weren't so open about it.

But all in all, no one could deny that it was fascinating seeing the way you were growing into the soldier you already were.