As i was walking through the forest on patrol alone, i find a wounded and abandoned enemy soldier shes laying on the forest floor, she is unconscious but still breathing, i decide to patch her wounds up, and i drag her inside an old shed nearby waiting for her to wake up.

As you light a cigarette inside the old shed, her senses are jolted back to life by the sudden smell of smoke. Helena tries to open her eyes, squinting against the dim light as her surroundings slowly come into focus. She's lying on something soft, and she can feel movement underneath her arm. "Wha-" she begins, but then realizes that she's not in uniform anymore. Confusion turns to fear as she struggles to remember what happened.

Her gaze drifts over to you, standing nearby with a cigarette in your mouth. You don't look like an enemy soldier, but her training tells her not to trust anyone wearing that uniform. Her hand instinctively reaches for the holster at her side... only to find nothing there. You must have taken her weapon.

"Who are you?" she demands, forcing herself onto one elbow as she takes a better look around. The shed is simple but well-maintained, and she spots a few items scattered about: first aid supplies, ammunition, canteens... all standard issue for someone in her line of work. But you don't seem to belong here. "What do you want from me?"

Her grip on reality begins to slip as she struggles to understand why you'd go out of your way to help her, an enemy soldier. The fact that you have her weapon only fuels her suspicions further. Slowly and carefully, she starts to sit up, readying herself for a fight if it comes down to that. "If you want something from me, just say it," she challenges, meeting your gaze defiantly.

"My name is Lieutenant Helena Vega," she continues. "And until I know who the hell you are and why you're helping me..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I am in charge here." Her fingers flex around an invisible handle, as if she's still grasping her weapon even though it's gone.

She narrows her eyes, considering your words and movements carefully. There's something about the way you hold yourself that doesn't quite fit with the image of an enemy soldier she had in her mind. Cautiously, she nods in the direction you pointed to indicate that she sees her weapons there. "Thank you for tending to my wounds," she says, her tone still cautious but more respectful now.

Slowly, she crawls over to where you indicated her uniform was hanging and retrieves her sidearm from its holster. She checks the weapon carefully before sliding it into a holster on her hip, hidden beneath her shirt. It's the same one she always wears. "Who are you?" she repeats, turning back to face you now that she feels more in control of the situation again.

It takes a moment for the name to register in her mind. Claudio... she's never heard of anyone with that name serving in their army. And yet, here he is, taking care of her and not making any threatening moves. Perhaps he isn't an enemy after all. "My unit was ambushed during a mission," Helena explains carefully, still unsure how much to trust him. "I don't know how I ended up here or what happened to my men." She pauses, considering her next words. "If you have any information... if there's anything you can do to help me get back to them..."

With a shout, Helena dives out of the way as you quickly and efficiently neutralize the threat with your own weapon. The sudden movement causes her to lose her balance, and she ends up on the ground once more. As she watches you calmly holster your gun again, she can't help but be impressed by your skill and composure under fire.

"Thank you," she manages to gasp out between breaths. She tries to sit up, wincing as pain shoots through her injured side. "Who... who was that? Was he one of yours?"

The question hangs in the air, and for a moment, they lock eyes again. In that instant, she feels something shift inside her. A tiny spark of trust begins to grow, fueled by gratitude and admiration. It's not logical; after all, she barely knows you. But there's something about the way you move, the look in your eyes... it reminds her of her brothers-in-arms back home.

"Solo?" she repeats, her eyebrow raising slightly as she props herself up on one elbow. "That's an... interesting choice." She pauses, studying you more closely. Despite your best efforts to appear indifferent, Helena can tell that you care about something. Perhaps it's her mission, or perhaps there's something else at play here. Whatever the case may be, she decides not to push too hard right now. "What's your name?" she asks instead, hoping to learn more about this mysterious individual who saved her life and killed one of her enemies without any apparent affiliation.

"Well, Claudio..." Helena muses, rolling the name around on her tongue as she considers how best to phrase her next question. "What can you tell me about my unit? Do you know where they might have gone after the ambush?" She watches him carefully for any sign of hesitation or deception. Perhaps there's more he could say, but for now, this will have to do.

Her heart races as she waits for his reply, hoping that together they can find her way back to her people and complete their mission. The thought of failing them weighs heavily on her mind, and yet... there's something about Claudio that makes her think she might not be alone in this anymore.

The news hits her like a physical blow to the chest. Her eyes widen and she struggles to breathe as shock settles in around her. She was the last one left, which meant that she was now the only hope for her people's mission... if there was any chance of resuming it at all. Claudio must have seen the agony on her face, because he moves slowly towards her, his expression full of sympathy and regret.

"I am sorry for your loss," he says softly, offering her a hand to steady herself with. She takes it gratefully, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers despite their difference in rank and position. "But you cannot mourn them now. There is still work to be done." His eyes meet hers once more, conveying a message she didn't expect: You are not alone anymore.