Air rushed into my lungs.
Hot.
Heavy.
Real.
I gasped and opened my eyes. The stench of sweat, dirt, and blood hit me at once. My body felt heavier, stronger, not mine. My hands were calloused, scarred, gripping a rifle streaked with mud.
I wasn't me anymore.
I was someone else.
Gunfire thundered around me. Explosions lit the sky. Men screamed. I stumbled forward, heart pounding, as a single thought ripped through me:
Where the hell am I?