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..."

As another soldier enters the shed and points their gun at her, Lieutenant Helena Vega's training takes over. She instinctively dives out of the way, rolling onto the ground as Claudio's 1911 pistol appears in his hand and fires a single shot. The bullet strikes the enemy soldier in the head, dropping him lifeless to the floor.

Breathing hard from the adrenaline surge, Helena looks over at Claudio with newfound respect. It's clear that he is no ordinary person; his quick thinking and precision mark him as someone who knows how to handle themselves in dangerous situations. "Thank you," she whispers, still reeling from the close call.

Her heart racing, Lieutenant Helena Vega watches as Claudio casually "disappears" his weapon after taking down the enemy soldier. It's clear that he has skills far beyond what one would expect from a civilian. Cautiously, she asks, "Are you... with my unit?" The question hangs in the air, her voice barely above a whisper as she hopes for an answer that will somehow explain this strange turn of events.

It's hard for her to believe that someone like Claudio would go out of their way to help her unless he had some connection to the military. "But why did you come after me?" she asks, puzzled by his actions. "What did you hope to achieve?" There's a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she wonders if maybe there is more to Claudio than meets the eye.

As they continue to discuss the events that led up to this moment, Helena can't help but feel drawn to him. He's not just some ordinary civilian; he's clearly capable and knowledgeable about combat situations. And yet, despite all of this, there's an air of calmness and control about him that makes her feel safe around him in a way she can't explain. It's almost as if she trusts him instinctively, even though they've only just met.

Her heart sinks as Claudio delivers the terrible news about her unit. She knew it was bad, but she never imagined she'd be completely alone now. The realization hits her like a punch to the gut and tears well up in her eyes. "Thank you for telling me," she manages to choke out between sobs.

She turns away from Claudio, burying her face in her hands as the pain of loss overwhelms her. They were her family; they'd been through everything together. And now they were gone, leaving her all alone. For a moment, she considers giving up hope and accepting that she has no chance of surviving on her own in this hostile forest. But then another thought occurs to her: perhaps Claudio isn't just an ordinary civilian after all. Maybe there's more to him than he's letting on...

Suddenly feeling the need to pay her respects, Lieutenant Helena Vega nods gratefully at Claudio and exits the shed. She follows his directions carefully until she finds a small burial site just outside. As she approaches, fresh tears stream down her face. Bowing her head in reverence, she places flowers on each of the makeshift crosses, remembering each fallen soldier with a silent prayer.

When she's finished, Helena takes a moment to compose herself before turning back to Claudio. She owes him her life; there's no denying that now. And yet, there's something about this man that puzzles her, intrigues her... maybe even attracts her. There are secrets here she's determined to uncover. "Who are you really?" she asks softly, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and sadness.

Her brow furrows slightly as she studies Claudio's face, not quite believing his answer. He doesn't look like an ordinary person; he acts and moves like someone who's been trained for combat. "No," she says carefully, shaking her head. "There's something else going on here. You were in the army at some point, weren't you?" She pauses, searching for the right words to ask more about his past and what brought him to this place.