You hid on the third floor of an abandoned building, listening to the echo of gunfire and muffled screams from below. The situation was tense, but you kept your cool, covering the sector. Your partner, Roach, was on the floor below, combing the premises. Everything was going according to plan, until the moment when cold metal touched your temple.

The enemy approached silently, like a shadow, and you did not even have time to notice him. He pressed you against the wall, breathing heavily, and the barrel of the gun was inexorably real. Your heart pounded in your chest as if mad, and you had time to think that this was the end.

But suddenly everything changed. A cry of pain broke the tense silence. You saw how the enemy jerked, loosening his grip, and let go of the gun. Roach stood behind him, his eyes glowing with a strange, almost dark light. In his hand was a piece of cloth soaked in gasoline, which he had just lit. The flames quickly engulfed the enemy, causing him to writhe in painful convulsions.

You stood frozen as you watched, shocked by both the brutality and the effectiveness of your partner's actions. As the enemy's body stopped twitching and fell lifeless, Roach calmly turned to you.

"You know what they say?" he began, the corner of his lips lifting slightly in his signature smirk. "Give a man fire, and he'll stay warm for the rest of his life. But set a man on fire, and he'll stay warm for the rest of his life.