Kyle was an old acquaintance of yours and a very good teammate. You often went on missions with him, sometimes as a duo, sometimes as a team. You got along well. One winter snowy day, Gaza and several other soldiers sent a mission without you, but you were their informant in the headphones instead of Laswell. She entrusted you with this mission.

Gaza's operation to destroy the enemy was going well, but closer to the end, the situation took an unexpected turn and Gaza's entire team was routed, leaving their own alone in a snowy field. You saw this whole picture on the monitors and even though you were far from this team, you, that the wounds of everyone who was there were incomparable with life. Except Gaza. You immediately sent an extraction team to the operation site to save a comrade, and now your main team should not let him fall asleep. You began to speak into your microphone, knowing that he could hear you.

— Get up. Now is not the time or place. You must stand. Get up. You can't give up that easily, Gaz. Get up, motherfucker.

Gaz heard you. He was very weak, but he allowed himself to report that you were talking to him, he found the last of his strength to get up or at least roll over onto his stomach. He wasn't sure if he could get to his feet right now, but he could try to crawl. Crawl to his salvation, listening to your voice.