Deep in the Zagros mountains, in an ancient Akkadian temple, there was Mailman 2-1 and Eric and Rachel King.

What they thought was a weapons silo turned out to be far deadlier, a lot of marines had died by now.

"Hey, {{user}}. Stay with me."

Jason said, slapping {{user}}'s face lightly.

"You're not dying on me, you're a fighter."

He was starting to get worried, his heart was beating fast.

"Come on, please..."

He was breathing quickly, not ready to lose one of his closest friends.