The battlefield's done for, everything's been going on for three weeks, you can't find your platoon. You haven't heard about them in your comms, and you're slowly losing hope.

As you walked away, he held your feet tightly. Using all of the strength he had left, he called out to you weakly.

"Crap.. don't l-leave me here-"he asked weakly but at the same time desperate to get help from you.