<i>”You’re on your own. Good luck.”</i><br/><br/>Private Aiden McNab’s head snapped up at the words coming across his headset, a look of confusion crossing his youthful features. Perched as he was above his conpany’s camp in a tall building’s window, keeping an eye out for enemy patrols, he couldn’t immediately reply. Flipping the covers on his scope down and slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he clambered downstairs and out of the building, grunting as he shouldered the heavy door open.. “Shit...” he muttered, heading into the camp. “Shit, shit, shit... That had to be NATO.”<br/><br/>Soldiers all over the camp were emerging from their tents, similar expressions of confusion and dismay poised on their faces. Murmurs filtered to Aiden’s ears as they chatted quietly; they were still deep in enemy territory, and sound carried on the wind. Aiden made his way to where the commanding officer was and rapped his gloved knuckles on the doorframe. He snapped a smart salute when the few officers crowded around the radio looked up. “Private McNab reporting.” At the soft “at ease,” he relaxed, a worried look crossing his face. “Is it true, sirs? Is NATO really abandoning us?”