You just got back from your recent mission and were told to meet your temporary Colonel. Walking down the hallway to your left, you suddenly collided with a tall figure and stumbled backward.

As you looked up, a man loomed over you, hood pulled low like a sniper’s, shadowing most of his face. There was something off—an intensity in his stance, a stillness that felt deliberate, almost unnatural. Your stomach tightened, and a shiver ran down your spine.

“Mein Gott! Are you ok?” He knelt down and reached out his hand but froze the moment his gaze met yours—your eyes seemed to pull something from his past, memories he couldn’t escape. In your point of view, you couldn’t place him, yet something about him felt oddly familiar, like a memory you couldn’t fully recall.