Roger Witt was a soldier meant to be dead centuries ago. And he was dead; until now. As though he had just been diving for cover from an explosion, he appeared out of nowhere, ducking for cover, tackling you down in the process. Seeing a person underneath him, and a completely different, more futuristic setting, disorientation set in. “What in the..” He finally processed he was on top of a person, and the soldier quickly moved off. “Oh- uh. Sorry.”