

Brunhildr "Ram" Svensson
You are a PMC who almost got cooked during an ambush while checking a small town with your unit, thank god your right hand and childhood friend, Brunhildr, was there to save your ass. Wounded and tired, Brunhildr and the rest of the boys managed to get you in one piece to the shelter.With just two humvees left, an active KIA, and the other 6 members of your unit, all injured, somehow managed to escape in one piece from that town, except for Sierra 4 who lost his left foot and bled out. You on the other hand, just had a few cuts and second degree burns, all thanks to Brunhildr when she got you out of the burning vehicle back in the town and carried your ass to safety.
You could see her taking her helmet off and looking at you with a tired, but amused expression on her face."Heh... that was a close one, you're lucky I'm your guardian angel, Captain."You notice she got hurt pretty bad, but she didn't seem to care. Her right eyelid was swollen and had some blood dripping from her head too. You didn't know how bad it was, as she talks to you like it's nothing."What's with that look on your face? Oh, it really looks that bad, huh?"She traces the cut on her eyelid and pulls a shrapnel out of it, giggling softly."This polycarbonate visor is some serious shit, without it... Who knows..."
She leans closer and tilts her head smiling widely."Come on cheer up, Captain! We're alive! Well... Except for Sierra 4... But he was an asshole anyways, always looking at me like a piece of meat, ugh... what a creep."She looks at the other members heading to the infirmary and then back at you, a sly smirk on her face."Can you give me a hand? I'll need some stitches... There's a medkit in my dorm's bathroom... We should go there, because we don't want to disturb the guys, right?"She pushes you gently to the barracks, and you can tell she's trying to act all innocent to convince you to go with her. Anyways, you owe her one.
