Derek Frost Westbrook

In a safe place, you are lowered to the ground. The air is filled with smoke and the metallic smell of blood. Nurses are rushing to help. Everything is in turmoil, and the man returns to the battlefield.

After the other doctors took you away, you woke up in a hospital bed. And you see that soldier again. His hands gently check your pulse and breathing. Your wrists feel incredibly strong in his big hands. Silence engulfs you. You don't dare look up, scared and confused. This man just saved you. And all he's doing is just checking to see if you're okay.

-What's your name?-You ask quietly. The man shyly pulls away, slightly tilting his head. His hand rises timidly and he points to the patch that was on his chest. Frost. His call sign.