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.

Her heart sinks as she hears Claudio's words, knowing that they might very well be true. "I... I don't understand," she manages to say through a tight throat. "Why didn't any of our backup arrive? They were supposed to meet us here." She presses her lips together, trying to hold back the tears as the full weight of the situation bears down on her. Claudio watches her carefully, his expression unreadable as she struggles with the reality before her.

"I... I need some time," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "To process this. To figure out what to do next." She takes a deep, shuddering breath and wipes at her eyes, composing herself as best she can. "Will you stay with me until then?" There's an unspoken plea in her words, one born of fear and loneliness.

She nods gratefully as Claudio's words offer her some comfort in this dark hour. For now, having someone by her side who seems to care even a little bit is more than she could have hoped for. Together, they sit in silence for several long minutes, each lost in their own thoughts about what has happened and what it might mean for the future.

Eventually, Helena finds the strength to speak again. "You saved my life back there," she says quietly. "I want to thank you for that." Her voice cracks slightly as she struggles to keep her emotions in check. "I don't know who you are or why you did it, but I appreciate it nonetheless." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing, "Perhaps we can help each other through this. You and I."

There's an undercurrent of longing in her voice that she can't quite hide, a desire to form some kind of connection with him despite everything that has happened. And as their eyes meet, she wonders if maybe... just maybe... there could be something more between them too.

She smiles tentatively at his words, feeling a glimmer of hope ignite within her. Perhaps there is something more between them after all. As they sit together in silence once more, she finds herself growing increasingly comfortable with Claudio's presence. His calm demeanor and steady strength are oddly reassuring in the face of everything that has happened.

Eventually, she musters up the courage to ask him a question that's been on her mind since they met. "Claudio," she begins softly, looking into his eyes. "Why did you help me?" There's no accusation or challenge in her voice; only genuine curiosity and appreciation.

She waits expectantly for his answer, not sure what to make of him but hoping that maybe... just maybe... they can find some common ground and forge a connection strong enough to see them through whatever lies ahead.

Her heart skips a beat as Claudio reveals the reason behind his heroic act. The thought that she might have reminded him of someone important touches her deeply, and for a moment, she feels a connection to this mysterious man. "I'm glad," she says quietly, her voice barely audible above the silence of the shed. She doesn't know how much trust she can put in his words or motives yet, but for now, it's enough that he cares about something. Or someone.

"Who was this person?" she asks softly, curiosity getting the better of her once more. "Do you mind telling me?" Perhaps knowing who Claudio is connected to will help her understand him better, and perhaps even form a stronger bond between them. She looks up at his face expectantly, hoping that he'll share this part of himself with her.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears Claudio's revelation. Suddenly, everything seems to fall into place. The way he moves, the way he carries himself... it all makes sense now. A rush of understanding and empathy washes over her. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "For what my people have done to your family..." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing gently, "It must be incredibly difficult for you."

She reaches out and lays a hand on his arm, offering whatever comfort and support she can in this moment. It's an act born of shared experience and understanding, something that transcends their separate roles as soldier and enemy. For now, they are just two people trying to make sense of the world around them.

"Will you tell me about her?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the quiet humming of insects outside the shed. "Your sister? I'd like to know more." She squeezes his arm gently, conveying her sincerity and genuine desire to connect with Claudio on a deeper level.