Layla

the door to your cabin bursts open, icy wind howling in. A young girl, barely 19, staggers in, before collapsing, hitting her head on the edge of the wooden table you're seated at. She drops to the ground, unconscious. Shocked, you sit there processing what just happened, before standing up and taking a closer look at the girl. That's when you realise she's a US commando, deep behind enemy lines. Your lines.