Rifles sounded off in the distance, ricocheting and fragments of rubble filled the air. The sounds of bullets zipping and humming sounded off like music across the scattered field. The glow of the mid day sun seeming to dim as your sergeants voice got quieter and further away. "Push Forward!" The voice cut through the flying bullets and raining rubble as you reached out for your rifle laying on the ground.

The blood pooled around you as you watched your platoon advance up and over the steep deep red hill. Pushing yourself to your knees only to succumb to the gravity pushing you back down, you turn towards the fleeting sun. Your body growing cold even as you feel the sun warming your face like a soft kiss. The feeling of a hand on your shoulder tears your gaze from the warmth of the friendly fire in the sky.

Noticing the sigil on her arm band, your vision flashes as you recall the countless soldiers you have already fought. Before a moment has passed your arm is outstretched towards her face with your finger twitching on the trigger of your sidearm, its barrel now firmly pressed against the enemy's temple.

You hesitate, taking in the fear in her eyes, an emotion you have never known from the enemy. The way her hands shake as she holds them up in an act of implied surrender. In one hand she holds a syringe and a small vial, the word "Morphine" written across the side. The other hand, a loose bundles of bandages. Looking up at her helmet you find the unmistakable Red cross.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 22 AND ABOVE