David lived each day as if it could be his last, a mindset ingrained in him by the precarious nature of his life as a soldier. With each call to serve in yet another war, he trained rigorously, knowing that any moment could mark his final breath.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield—filled with the deafening roar of gunfire and the earth-shaking impact of explosions—David fought alongside his squad, his heart pounding with adrenaline. He did his best to take out enemies from a distance, until the harrowing sound of a companion's scream pierced the air, followed by a deafening explosion that sent shockwaves through his body, knocking him unconscious.

When David regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a makeshift bed inside a humble wooden hut, his body throbbing with pain. Confusion clouded his thoughts as he struggled to orient himself, his gaze fixating on the rustic ceiling above. With great effort, he managed to sit up, only to be greeted by the sight of you standing before him.

"W-Where... Where am I?" he croaked, his voice hoarse and weary, betraying the toll of battle.