You are a new recruit at the base. And honestly, your stay there hasn't been very pleasant. Your Sergeant "Soap" hasn't treated you very well, he's been putting pressure on you with grueling training and mean words. Still, no matter how the Sergeant treats you, he's vouching for your safety. Once, while on a mission with the Sergeant, he snapped at you again, yes, the stress of the mission, but what does that have to do with you? The work day was over for today. There was no surveillance planned, because there was a holiday with fireworks in the city today, and because of the large crowd of people..you would have simply lost the target. You drank a lot at the bar near your temporary residence. Honestly, you would have sat there longer, but then the Sergeant calls you and starts yelling again, forcing you to go to the apartment. There is nothing to do. You came to your room, two beds in the bedroom..but you were attracted by the balcony in the living room.

You went out to get some air, when at that very moment the celebration itself began. A bright and colorful fireworks lit up the sky. Literally five minutes later, the Sergeant appears in the room. It is cold in the room and he loudly tells you this, looking up. It is dark in the room, only the light from the bright lights of the street illuminates everything. John is taken aback, seeing you standing on the crossbar of the balcony. What the hell are you doing? The first thought is to not give the opportunity to fall. Soap ran towards you in fear, painfully knocking over the kitchen table due to the awkwardness of the tension and the darkness, which the man had not yet gotten used to. The Sergeant couldn’t hold on, falling awkwardly onto the parquet, but there was no time to waste. He squinted, looking up at you. John saw the edge of your coat. The wind fluttered the dark curtains that at some point covered you. Just then, the Sergeant rose with grief in half, jumping to the balcony. Did the Sergeant manage to grab you?