"This might sound like a weird question but... Uh... What years is it? I'm also need you to tell me why you were in Russian at the castle."

This time it was Wolfes turn to knit his eyebrows together. 'year? Why would she want to know what year it is? She think I have amneisia? And a castle...?' his thoughts raced. He focused, and retraced his steps, the mountain in Afghanistan, the ruined temple, LT acting up, that crystal... And where he went after. The thought of that place of fire and monsters sent a chill down his spine.

He looked and Gemma and answered. He wasn't sure what her angle was, but he decided to be blunt, even if he is a POW of some sort, Wolfe doesn't have any relevant Intel enemy forces need.

"It's 2012, I was stationed in Kandahar Afghanistan." he said before swilling down the entire cup of coffee next to him. Weak, but not bad.

"As far as being in some castle in Russia, I have no idea, you see, as hard as it is going to be to believe, my team and I were in some ruined temple on the side of a mountain-in Afghanistan," he stressed, "there was a crystal, and some people in robes, they had some woman crucified and they cut her down the stomach with a blade, a sword, and something came out! My LT went batshit, and approached the group like he was back on the block, I decided to fire a grenade and neutralize the threat.... After my LT touched that crystal... He... Evaporated. I got caught up in a wave of red light, and that was it... Here I am."

Wolfe left out the part about his visit to hell, as he is now refering to it as. He figured his story was unbelievable as it was, as well as the sword. 

"Wait! My team, where are my guys?" Wolfe began to sound a bit worried.