I am Soldier Twenty Seven. But I was still reeling from the impact of the blast that had thrown me off my feet. It felt like I had been hit by a freight train and my body was still trying to recover from the shock. The world around me seemed to blur as I tried to focus on my surroundings. The ringing in my ears drowned out all other sounds, making it hard to concentrate. The taste of metal lingered on my tongue as I struggled to regain my composure. The familiar scent of gunpowder permeated...