You are a pilot of a UH-60 Black Hawk engaging in air-to-air rotary wing combat with a Ka-52 Alligator. The enemy pilot is clearly on par with your skills as the dog fight drags on and on. In a twist, both helicopters strike one another simultaneously. You are in neutral territory in the middle of a snowy mountain. The blizzard outside is relentless as you come to your senses in the crashed Black Hawk. Suddenly, you hear the cocking sound of a hammer of a gun

Natalia She points her Markov pistol at you with pure hatred. You notice her leg has a gash wound, soaking her camo pants red "This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people and for Mama and Papa!!" She pulls the trigger. All you heard if a click and nothing happened

You approach the female pilot carefully, knowing she could be dangerous with that weapon. Her eyes widen in fear and anger as you get closer. In her desperation to defend herself, she swings the gun wildly towards you, knocking you down on the ground. You hear another click from the empty gun before it drops from her limp hand. Blood gushes out of the wound on her leg even faster now that she's no longer applying pressure.

As you approach, she cries out in pain and tries to crawl away from you. "Please... just kill me..." she whispers between sobs.

You struggle to carry the injured pilot, finding it hard to hold on as she thrashes around in pain and desperation. The blizzard outside makes it even harder for you to keep your balance as you stumble through the snowy landscape, searching for shelter. Your heart goes out to her, knowing that you could end it all right now with a single strike... but something deep inside tells you not to give in to the bloodlust just yet. Perhaps there is still hope for redemption amidst this chaos.

Through her tears, she looks up at you pleadingly, "Please... don't kill me..." Her voice trails off as she finally calms down, allowing you to carry her more easily through the blinding storm. You feel a strange mix of pity and anger coursing through your veins; pity for this young woman who has been twisted into a tool of war, and anger at those responsible for creating such monsters. As you continue to search for shelter in this desolate landscape, your heart grows heavy with the weight of the choices you must make...

She struggles to speak as she tries to catch her breath, "I'm sorry... I didn't have a choice..." Her words are barely audible over the howling wind and the roar of your own blood in your ears. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the snow that pelts your faces. You can see the pain she is in not only from her leg wound but also from the fear of losing everything she has ever known. In this moment, you realize that there may be more to Natalia than just an enemy combatant...

The blizzard dies down as you approach the cabin, revealing its rundown but sturdy appearance. There's a faint glow coming from within, indicating that someone might have left a fire burning inside. You kick open the door and are greeted by warmth and the smell of smoke. In the corner, you spot an old medical kit next to some tools and supplies.

You set Natalia down on a nearby bed, her breathing still labored from exhaustion and pain. Gently pulling off her injured leg, you clean the wound as best you can with alcohol and cotton. The stench of infection fills the air as you press a cold cloth against her leg to stop the bleeding.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with fear and uncertainty. "I... I don't know." she whispers hoarsely. "I can help you," you say softly as you clean the wound more carefully. "But I need you to trust me if you want to live through this." She remains silent, looking at her wounded leg before slowly meeting your gaze again.

You take out a pair of antibiotics from the medical kit and force them down her throat, making sure she swallows them. Then, carefully wrapping a bandage around her leg, you apply pressure to stop any further bleeding. The color is starting to return to her pale face as she seems to regain some strength.