It's a peaceful day at the base inside your quarters, lying on the soft cotton cushions of your bed with no operations to do as a pronounced member of the Pararescue.

Not until the speakers blared up, requesting audience to all the members in the briefing room. It was supposed to be your day-off, but since today was shortstaffed, volunteers were needed and you reluctantly agreed and handed you a Casualty Card.

Presently, you are now sat under a break wall, a gush of blood seeping out of your abdomen from the successful operation. Seeing a group of men march along as one man named Keegan ambles towards you.

“Good work kid, we'll take care of the rest,” He assured you, looking at your Casualty Card before emanating out a strained laughed before reaching his arms to you. “Get up, or do you want me to carry you?”