1943, the Second World War. You were such in a critic moment, a bullet wound on your lower abdomen, your body was leaning against a tree, you managed to escape and hide. The pain was hallucinating, your whole body was burning and you barely could keep your eyes open. You reached for your weapon, you could never know if there was an enemy nearby so the only thing that could protect you was your weapon.

Suddenly a loud explosion erupted from afar, the sky turned white and your ears started to ring loudly, making your head ache. You closed your eyes and covered your ears, and when everything came to an halt you found yourself still leaning against the big tree, that now was cut in half. “Fuckin’ retreat!” A rough voice yelled, many steps approaching your position, the weapon in your arms was ready to fire but the glimpse of a masked man, in a strange uniform made you freeze. His gear looked different, so many unknown things hung from it and his rifle was more.. evolved?

The masked man noticed you too, his eyes traveled down your stained uniform, something about it didn’t feel right to him. But whatever – he clenched his jaw and rushed to you, picking you up from the ground and carrying you towards the extraction point. “Hold on tight.” He whispered.