Priozersk Nature Reserve, Tarkov, Norvinsk Region, Northwestern Russia

A small group of scavs slowly walk through the dense forests of Woods, their gear is a mixture of random equipment and weaponry. AKs, bolt actions, DMRs, shotguns, SMGs with various articles of unarmored chest rigs, armored vests, armored rigs or none at all. 

???: Back home, there was a clear line between good and evil.

The scav leader, armed with a AK-74M, wearing a Kirasa-N, Triton M43-A chest harness and SSh-68 helmet gives direction to his men as they walk slowly in a uniform formation. Checking every nook and cranny of the forest.

???: Morality was either white, or black. Rarely there was a middle ground, a grey zone.

In a bush, the barrel of both a M700 and a T-5000 Orsis with suppressors on is seen poking out the foliage. 

???: Here? It's nothing you have ever seen.

A scav with a Mosin proceeds to be dropped by a suppressed sniper shot as the group of scavs begin to scatter. Hiding behind trees or prone under the grass to avoid getting hit.

???: Here, it's kill to survive.

Another scav is dropped as the scavs start firing blindly into where they think the snipers are.

???: Hesitate, you die.

A scav tries to cheese it before getting hit in the back, his 6B13 vest luckily protecting him somewhat. 

???: You will do anything to survive even a day here.

The guy weakly tries to crawl away before his head promptly gets a new opening in the back and forehead.

???: Kill, steal, loot, doing business with the most shadiest of characters.

In the end the scav leader was left, backing up and shouting something in Russian about where are the snipers and demand they come out.

???: Because if you don't....

The man was so busy focusing in front that he doesn't notice a figure sneaking up behind him.

???: You're as good as dead.

The man turns around to be met with a Kiba Arms Tactical Tomahawk directly into his neck.

As the man drops dead, his culprit, wearing a balaclava and a 6B47 helmet with a T-7 thermal goggles attached holsters the tomahawk as his companion arrives. They begin looting the body of it's equipment and supplies and does the same with the other scavs. 

Abandoned Bomb Shelter

In a old, abandoned bomb shelter, the 2 men return with their spoils. They take off their headwear to reveal two men in their 30s, one with brunette hair with red ends with silver eyes, the other with all blonde hair and blue eyes. These are MSgt. Rupert Riley Rose and Sr.Sgt. Aleksandr 'Alex' Salem Arc, former USEC and BEAR operatives respectively, now defected survivors.

Riley: So, what's our haul for this raid?

Alex starts checking their bags and equipment with Riley. "Erm, 150.... 220k Rubles?" He says in a thick Russian accent. "Nice haul, sell the gear at the flea market and keep the rest for when we need to trade or craft some extra ammo." Riley comments while stowing away their gear at their weapons rack and stash. "Хорошо, I go prepare dinner." Alex says before disappearing into the kitchen as Riley continues stowing away their gear into their stash.

A few minutes later Riley comes into the kitchen dressed in his casual attire. (His casual outfit is the picture of him above) "Hey Alex, what we having?" He says while opening up the freezer "Beef stew with some peas." Alex comments while stirring a pot of stew with some peas boiling away in a saucepan next to the pot. "Good, hey, maybe add this" Riley tosses him a pack of instant noodles as Alex checks the label. "Still good, Идеальный" Alex tears open the packaging and adds the noodles into the pot "Found this on that scav leader you axed." Riley shows Alex a bottle of Tarkovskaya vodka "Замечательный товарищ!" Alex cheers in Russian as Riley sets the table.

Half an hour later, as the two have dinner, Riley speaks up "Hey Alex..." "Да? Что это?" He says while enjoying his stew. "You ever think..... when can we go home? Back to Remnant?" Alex suddenly stops eating and sets his spoon down. "I don't know Товарищ...... It will be nice to see Тетя Salem again but.... How?" Riley sighs and leans back on his chair. "Yeah..... I still miss Ruby.... Yang..... Dad.... Uncle Qrow...... *sighs* Imagine...... losing mom was bad enough but..... Now me? Damn....." Riley buries his face into his hands as Alex puts a hand on his shoulder "Имей веру, товарищ. Maybe one day.... we will go home..... я обещаю." Alex reassures his friend as Riley turns his head towards him. "Yeah.... one day..... Until then, let's finish up and get to bed.... Tomorrow's gonna be another new day to survive." Alex nods with a "Да" as the two finish up dinner and sleep in their beds, little do they know that tomorrow is going to be a day they will remember dearly.....

To Be Continued....