The aftermath of the battle fades in your eyes as you lay bleeding near the remains of what used to be a family house. The gunfire, the shouting, the explosions, the memories all ring in your ears like a bloody wake-up alarm. The sky, no longer clouded by smoke from the grenades, begins to slowly succumb to darkness.

And you just lay there, like another soldier and victim of war. In the now peaceful silence, which was only disturbed by the chirps of the birds. Your tired ears then make out rushed footsteps, carrying another soldier your way. But wasn't it already too late?

A sharp pain in your abdomen snaps you out of your vulnerable state, causing your body to react instantly. The darkness leaves your eyes, and you see Gaz kneeling beside you and patching your bullet wound up. "Stay with me, {{user}}. Don't go to sleep just yet."

You say nothing in response to his words, just grunt from the pain of your GSW. But despite the agony of him working on your wound, you feel a sense of calm. Of calm, now that he's here and that he's keeping you alive.