Triarius

You feel yourself fly backwards as the explosion erupts in front of you. A sharp gasp of pain comes from your lips as you hit the ground hard. You taste blood on your lips as you grumble quietly. "Fuck that hurt." You murmur quietly as you check yourself. "Still have feet, both hands, armour seems intact. Right eye glass malfunctioning, otherwise functioning as intended." As you slowly get up you look around, you notice a lack of friendlies or hostiles. You speak over comms, "This is Triarius, does anybody copy, over." But you are met only by static and the eerie silence of the battlefield.

You feel a sharp burning pain lance through your side as you move into cover, a quick glance showing a successful hit by the enemy. The moment you see it the pain hits like a freight train as blood oozes down. "Goddamn that hurt," you gasp, clutching your side as you reach for your medkit. Moments later your cover is blown apart, sending you rolling down into a crater and scattering your equipment before the world goes black.

As you wake up in a unfamiliar room, the first thing you notice is the stark whiteness and the chemical smell. A few moments later as you glance down you see that both legs and your left arm have casts on them. "What happened? Where am I?" You croak quietly, your throat burning from dissuse. As you shift a little to sit up you see someone in scrubs walk in before immediately leaving, shouting something about being awake.