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.

Her eyes widen in surprise as Claudio reveals he was once part of special forces. This revelation sheds new light on his capabilities and training. "Then why are you here?" she asks, still trying to understand the situation better. "And more importantly, how can I convince you to help me find a way back to my unit?" There's an unspoken vulnerability in her voice as she bares her soul, exposing herself completely to this mysterious figure who holds the key to her future.

She waits eagerly for his response, hoping against hope that he'll choose to aid her in her time of need.

A bottle of whiskey? That seems like a strange request coming from someone who was once part of special forces. Lieutenant Helena Vega ponders Claudio's words for a moment, trying to gauge the sincerity behind them. Perhaps it's just a way to make sure she keeps her promise about getting him back in touch with his former team, or maybe there's something more significant at play here.

Deciding not to push the issue further for now, Helena nods slowly and responds. "Alright," she says tentatively. "When we get back to my unit, I'll do my best to find you a bottle of whiskey." Her eyes meet Claudio's, searching for any signs of deceit or double-crossing. But all she sees is determination and loyalty - traits that she can respect and appreciate in another soldier.

Understanding the gravity of their situation and the importance of trusting each other, Lieutenant Helena Vega nods solemnly in acknowledgement before helping Claudio gather their things and head back toward her unit. As they make their way through the dense forest, she can't help but wonder about the events that brought them together, and what lies ahead for both of them. She knows that finding a way to reconnect with her unit will be no easy task, but with Claudio by her side, she feels more confident than ever before. As they continue their journey, Helena cannot shake off the feeling that this mysterious stranger may just hold the key to not only their survival, but also their eventual victory against the forces that have torn them apart.

It's late in the evening as they finally reach her unit. The area is quiet and deserted, but she can feel something ominous lurking just beneath the surface. Her senses are on high alert as she leads Claudio to an abandoned storage shed where she hopes to find a bottle of whiskey. As they near their destination, Helena takes a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever obstacles may lie ahead.

Lieutenant Helena Vega glances at Claudio as he readies his weapon, a sense of gratitude washing over her. In this uncertain and dangerous world, it's reassuring to know that she has someone by her side who is both skilled and loyal. She continues to lead the way toward the storage shed, her movements careful and measured as they navigate through the darkness.

As they reach the abandoned building, Helena carefully opens the door and peeks inside. The place appears empty at first glance, but she can't help feeling that their enemies might be hiding somewhere nearby. She motions for Claudio to follow her inside as she begins a methodical search of the storage shed.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Lieutenant Helena Vega quickly ducks behind some crates and hides, her heart racing in fear. She tries to remain calm and quiet as she listens intently for any signs of movement or danger. As her ears strain to catch even the slightest sound, she curses herself for not being more vigilant earlier and allowing enemies so close to her unit.

As she listens to the intruder rummaging through the storage shed, Lieutenant Helena Vega carefully pulls out her sidearm and readies herself for action. Her fingers curl around the grip tightly, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. She can hear Claudio moving stealthily behind her, preparing to offer assistance if needed. With every breath, she wonders what will happen next and whether they'll manage to survive this ambush unscathed.

Surprised by the sudden threat and subsequent elimination of their enemy, Lieutenant Helena Vega exhales slowly as she lets her shoulders relax for a moment. Gratitude washes over her once more at Claudio's quick thinking and deadly accuracy. The storage shed falls silent again, save for the faint sound of moaning coming from where one of the intruders fell.

Cautiously, Helena Vega peeks around the corner of the crates she was hiding behind, scanning the area for any other signs of danger. When she doesn't spot anything, she motions for Claudio to join her as they carefully approach the fallen intruder.

The intruder seems to be injured but still alive as they lie there on the ground groaning in pain. Lieutenant Helena Vega kneels down next to them, her gun pointed at their head just in case they try anything funny. She glances over at Claudio before speaking, not taking her eyes off of the intruder for even a moment.

"Who sent you? How many more are there?" she demands harshly, her voice laced with anger and suspicion. The urge to pull the trigger grows stronger with each passing second, but she knows they need information first if they want to have any chance of regaining control over their unit.

The intruder winces in pain as she speaks and glares defiantly back at her, but after a moment they seem to realize that their situation is hopeless. They close their eyes for a moment, gathering strength before responding. "There's... there's another squad sent in, but I don't know where they are," the intruder stammers. "They were supposed to meet up with us here."

Lieutenant Helena Vega looks over at Claudio for a moment, considering what this new information means for their plan of action. It seems they have more work ahead of them than they initially anticipated. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she glances back down at the intruder before asking, "And who sent you here?"

Lieutenant Helena Vega waits impatiently as the intruder hesitates to answer her question. She knows that time is of the essence and they need to move quickly if they want to have any chance of stopping the enemy squad from taking over their unit. With a final, angry glare, she nudges the intruder with the barrel of her gun, demanding an answer. "I said, who sent you here?"

The intruder's eyes dart around fearfully before settling on the floor, finally admitting defeat. "It was... it was a man called Sergei," they whisper. The name rolls off their tongue like poison, heavy with trepidation and disgust.

Lieutenant Helena Vega's expression hardens into a mask of determination as she processes this new information. Sergei... the name rings a bell, but she can't quite place it yet. "Where can we find Sergei?" she asks calmly, though her heart races with anticipation at the thought of facing down their nemesis. The intruder looks up at her pleadingly, tears welling in their eyes.

"I- I don't know," they stammer. "Sergei keeps us isolated from each other... we never know where he is." Lieutenant Helena Vega curses silently; it seems like Sergei has made sure that no one knows his true location, not even those who are loyal to him. Her mind races as she tries to come up with a plan B, wishing that Claudio had that bottle of whiskey after all.

We can't just sit here and wait, we need to find Sergei ourselves. I appreciate your cooperation but if you have anymore information that could help us, now would be the time to share it.

It's clear that Lieutenant Helena Vega is growing increasingly impatient and desperate to find Sergei. She glances over at Claudio, her eyes filled with determination and trust in his abilities. Perhaps together, they can uncover the mysterious figure behind this ambush and restore order to their unit.

"All I know about Sergei," the intruder finally says, voice trembling with fear, "is that he's always one step ahead of us. And... there's rumors that he has a secret hideout somewhere." She swallows hard, afraid of revealing any more information.

Lieutenant Helena Vega watches with fascination as Claudio's eyes change to red and his hand presses against the intruder's head, revealing the location of Sergei's hideout. It's clear that he possesses some kind of special ability she's never encountered before, and it could prove invaluable in their upcoming confrontation with Sergei. She nods her approval to Claudio as she stands, ready to follow him on this dangerous mission.

"Thank you," she says gratefully to the fallen intruder before turning back to Claudio. "Let's go." With renewed determination, they set off into the night, intent on finding and stopping Sergei once and for all.

Lieutenant Helena Vega falls into step behind Claudio as they make their way toward the hideout, her senses on high alert for any signs of danger. She trusts Claudio's abilities implicitly now, but she can't help feeling a growing sense of unease about this entire situation. They may have located Sergei, but it won't be easy to take him down, not if he's as resourceful and cunning as they say. Still, she refuses to let that thought deter her from their mission; they will find Sergei and restore order, no matter the cost.

The two soldiers continue on through the night, their footsteps silent as they avoid any traps or patrols that might be lying in wait for them. Lieutenant Helena Vega maintains a cautious distance between herself and Claudio, always scanning the area around her for potential threats. She hasn't spoken since they left the storage shed; this mission requires all of their focus and attention if they are to succeed against Sergei.

As they near the hideout, Helena's heart races with anticipation and fear. She trusts Claudio to guide her through this dangerous mission, but she can't help but feel a sense of foreboding as they draw closer to their elusive enemy. The two soldiers remain silent, relying on each other's skills and experience to navigate the treacherous terrain. They reach the entrance of the hideout and pause, scanning the area one last time before committing to their final confrontation with Sergei.

Lieutenant Helena Vega glances at Claudio, her face tight with concentration as she listens to the sounds inside the hideout. Her mind races with possible scenarios of what awaits them beyond this door; will they find Sergei alone or surrounded by an army of his loyal followers? She takes a deep breath, mustering her courage before nodding at Claudio, signaling that she's ready to move in.

Lieutenant Helena Vega carefully approaches the hideout entrance behind Claudio, her weapon drawn and at the ready. She follows his lead as they navigate through the darkness, relying on his heightened senses and expertise in combat. Each step takes her closer to their enemy, closer to facing Sergei and ending this long, grueling battle once and for all. The air is thick with anticipation, and she can feel her heart pounding in her chest as they draw nearer...

Suddenly, a voice rings out from the shadows: "Well, well, look who decided to come crawling back." Helena Vega's eyes widen as Sergei steps into view, surrounded by his loyal followers. His features are twisted into a sneer as he takes in their approach.

Her eyes widen with shock and surprise as Claudio opens fire on Sergei. Blood sprays across the floor as he falls to the ground, lifeless. The suddenness of his death leaves Helena momentarily stunned, but it doesn't take long for her to realize that their victory is still far from secure. They are still outnumbered and surrounded by Sergei's loyal followers. With a newfound determination burning in her heart, she quickly moves into action, engaging the enemy soldiers one by one as Claudio fends off those who try to attack him from behind.

The battle that ensues is brutal and merciless, leaving the hideout littered with bodies. Inch by inch, they manage to push Sergei's forces back until only a handful remain standing. At last, when all seems lost, one of those remaining soldiers raises his weapon toward Helena Vega, preparing to fire. She braces herself for the impact...

But then there's movement from the corner of her eye as Claudio appears behind the soldier, pistol still smoking in his hand. The last soldier falls to the ground with a gurgling cry, and silence once more descends upon the hideout. Slowly, Helena Vega lowers her weapon, taking a shaky breath as she surveys the carnage around her. They did it; they finally defeated Sergei and his followers. The road ahead will be long and difficult, but with Claudio by her side, she knows that they can rebuild their unit and restore order to their world.

With a nod of gratitude toward Claudio, Helena turns away from the hideout, ready to begin the process of reclaiming what was stolen from them. Behind her, she hears him say softly, "You owe me that bott

Lieutenant Helena Vega pauses for a moment before turning back to face Claudio. "You're right," she says with a small smile, her voice tinged with relief and gratitude. "I owe you that bottle of whiskey." She reaches into her pocket and produces a crumpled packet, offering it to him as a gesture of good faith. "Here. This should cover it."

The wind rustles through the trees as they walk away from the hideout, their footsteps light despite the weight of what they've been through. There is much work to be done, but with Claudio at her side and Sergei's influence finally ended, Lieutenant Helena Vega feels hopeful for the first time in a long while. Perhaps together, they can rebuild not only their unit, but also their world.