"Ugh" What just….wait, where am I? I was just….i was….i don't remember what I was doing before this. That can't be good. That's not good, is it? Who the hell am I talking too? Great, now I think I'm crazy. I'm in some sort of small, dark box. Actually, it's more like a cylinder, but who cares. Long story short, its dark, and I have no idea why I'm here ore how I got here.

I start to feel along the sides of the tube, searching for anything. I literally mean anything, it could be a light switch for all I care. Moving my hands over my head, I feel some sort of lever. I guess I should pull it right? What could happen? Gripping the lever with two hands, I pull down.

There's a sharp expulsion of air, and a dull *thunk* as a door pops open before me. The small cabin is instantly flooded with light. A rectangular window of light stands in front of me, seeing no alternative way out, I choose this.

Putting one hand on the edge of the rectangle, I pull myself up and out of the small space. I'm in some sort of canyon, with rock walls on most sides. The canyon is large, and a dense multitude of foliage lays past the canyon walls.

*Click*

The sound of a safety being flipped off grabs my attention. Safety means gun, and that means somebody has a gun one me. Fucking great. Turning my head, I see the black barrel of a shot gun pointed at my head.

"Well, look what we have here." A man wearing red combat armor says. His voice has a sense of oldness to it, and not in the good wisdom kinda way. More in the "Im a crazy obsessive weirdo" Kinda way. Looking down, I notice that I'm also wearing armor. How did I not notice that?

The armors main color is neon orange, with a dark green contrast. It looks just like the armor the other man is wearing, but I'm pretty sure it's not. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that mine is different somehow.

"Whatcha doin here? Are you a blue?! Dragnabit….those dirty blues are trying to spy on us! Im gonna ask you one more time….are you a blue?!" With that, the old man threateningly prods me with the barrel of his shot gun.

Out of instinct, I grab the barrel, and shove it downward. The man lets off a round, but it fires harmlessly into the dirt between us. Before he has the chance to load another shell, I shove upward, tearing the gun from the man's hands, and ramming him under the chin with the butt.

He stumbles back, and I jump out from the small hole. Landing on my feet, I swing the shot gun around and cock the slide, loading in another shell. How the hell did I just do that?! I should not be able to do that! I have no idea how I knew how to do that!

Two more soldiers run toward us. One in maroon armor, the other in straight orange. Although the orange one wasn't really running, he was more of speed walking. They both carried rifles, the Maroon carrying a standard assault rifle, and the Orange carrying a BR three round burst rifle.

Something about them seems…..familiar. I'm not sure why, but it just seems like I know them. Before they are standing with the man in red, I already have my shotgun trained on them. They don't make a move to attack, which is good. I really don't feel like killing anybody.

"Sarge, who the heck is that?" The maroon one asks the man in red.

"He's a dirty rotten blue!" The man In red, or Sarge, replies.

"But Sir, he's wearing orange armor, just like Grif."

"Hey! Don't bring me into this!" The orange one says.

"So Grif is a blue? I shoulda known. I knew there a reason I always wanted to kill ya Grif."

"Sarge, your stupid plots for killing me are becoming a little old, don't you think? I mean, do you know how much effort it would take to switch teams?" Grif asks.

"All you would have to do is literally walk across the canyon, and switch sides." Simmons says, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"And that Simmons, in too much effort for me."

"You are the laziest fucking person I know."

"You don't really know that many people Simmons."

"Oh shut up jackass!"

"Both of you, quit yer yapping!" Sarge yells at both of them. " I have a plan, since both of you have rifles, Grif can run a distraction and hopefully get painfully, and mercilessly torn to shreds by my shotgun, while Simmons-" Sarge's words are cut off by another shout.

"Hey! We heard gunshots and wondered if everything was okay!" The shout came from behind me, so without taking the shotgun off of the other soldiers, I turn my head in that direction.

Two more armored figures are walking toward us. One wearing light blue armor with yellow highlights. The other wearing a teal, turquoise, aqua, whatever the fuck color it is! Both men stop when they see me holding a gun on the others.

"I can't leave you guys alone for one minute can i?" The light blue armored man says. There's something about his voice….it feels familiar, like I should know it. He walks a few more steps, before stopping cold.

"Uh, Wash? Everything ok?" The teal armor says. Without saying a word, the man walks forward, until he is about ten yards away from me.

"Do you know this guy Wash?" the teal one asks, catching up with his friend.

"Yes" He says, glancing at the teal man, then he looks straight at me. "You're supposed to be dead."