-Short Bio-
Your name is Christopher Grimm, 28, your a First Sergeant in the army which means you are in charge of a small squad of three. Currently you are stationed on a nation guard base teaching groups of trainees.
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As you walk out of the barracks you run into Han one of your squad mates, Han was of Japanese descent, he was you squad medic as well as a translator. Han knew how to speak all the major languages like Russian, Japanese, French, Arabic, even a little Latin, " whats the plan for the day Top?" Asks Han, " live fire convoy practice" you tell him. "Want me to round up everyone?" he asks, you nod thinking bout the other two members of your squad. Your second in command was a Corporal named Henry, you and Henry had graduated from the same sniper school class as a pair so the two of you worked together often. Your other squad member was a Private First Class named Aaron, Aaron was the squad's heavy weapons man, he uses everything from AT rockets and C4 to his M240B machine gun.
An hour later you were in a Humvee driving down a road towards a mock up town to begin training, you were looking at your map when suddenly Henry, who was driving, slammed on the brakes. "Uh is anyone else seeing this?" he says, you look up and see that you were no longer on a paved road, instead you were on a grassy hill, you get out and look around and find that you are no longer on any paved road, in fact you were in the middle of a large grassy field. "Someone get on the radio and GPS and find out where we are" you say, "radio's not working" says Han, "ditto on GPS" says Aaron. "What do you mean not working?" you ask, "I've got nothing on radio, not even static" says Han, "and GPS can't acquire any satellites" says Aaron, "great so we're lost with no chance of help" you mumble.
"Actually I think I have a hunch as to where we are" says Han, "ok then, where are we?" says Henry. "Well I think we're in........"