Stumble in the Jungle.
Harlyn’s first instinct upon awakening was to scream. He was in agony, wherever the hell he was. He looked up, and everything was green. Green trees. Green leaves. Green vines. Green moss. Even the camouflage he wore was green on dark green on even darker green. It was hot and still, oppressively hot. He was in some hell hole of a jungle. From his uniform he could see that he was a soldier. A weapon, some kind of complicated mechanical firearm rested on the ground next to him.
His agony came from two sources. His left foot was the more obvious issue. Struggling to sit up, Harlyn saw blood stained sharpened bamboo spikes sticking though the top of his shoe. Now that he was sitting, he could see the shallow pit trap his host must have stepped into. In this man’s memory, he could hear the words. Punji sticks.
The other thing bothering him was that nearly every inch of his body was covered in stinging red welts. This man had stepped into the Punji sticks, then stumbled onto a biting ant nest. He must have gone into shock at the pain of the bites and his impaled foot.
At least the man was in excellent physical condition, aside from these injuries. Taking over this body would put Harlyn’s Chaos born shapeshifting gifts into play. It might not be pleasant or easy, but Harlyn was sure he would survive this bad start.
Harlyn rolled away from the ant nest, suffering with the pain as he knocked the little red bastards off him. He started to take off his shoe, needing to remove the spikes before trying to heal further.
That is when Harlyn saw the other guy. The new guy was twenty feet away, on the other side of the little jungle clearing they both occupied.
The man was short and thin, dressed in a light fabric shirt, wearing loose pants and sandals. The little guy was dressed far more appropriately than Harlyn was. In the little man’s eyes, a whole story could be seen. The little guy stared with both hate and pity at Harlyn, aiming his own firearm Harlyn’s way. They both remained silent as they stared at each other, only the jungle sounds around them.
Harlyn nodded and closed his eyes.
The sound of automatic weapon fire filled the jungle and Harlyn was once again drifting without a body.