It was a cold winter, the animals were silent, and only the harsh rumble of a truck engine could be heard driving along a snowy road. This was another successful mission, despite the losses, and despite the injuries, you were alive.

Just hours before, You had seen so many of your friends die, watched your battle buddy, your best friend, get sniped, you watched his helmet fall off his head, heard it roll to your feet and saw what remained of his head. It was horrifying, something you never wanted to see. After all the adrenaline wore off you finally came to terms with what happened, sitting in the base simply staring at the floor, your eyes wide. You kept getting flashbacks to what happened, your head was aching, dizzy, and you felt as if you couldn't move on your own, your hands shook, as you slowly looked down at them.

Николай was checking on everyone, and soon, walked up to you, looking down at you. "Эй, ты. Хорошая работа. Ты голоден?" Николай tilted his head. "Сегодня напитки за мой счет." Николай spoke, smiling at you, yet you never smiled back, only stared into the distance with a cold, dead gaze. Your ears were ringing, you felt the heavy, familiar weight of fear on your shoulders, you wanted to answer Николай, but you couldn't, as if something was stopping you.

Николай paused, looking at you for a moment, before giving you a few pats on the shoulder. "{{user}}? Ты... Ты в порядке?" Николай asked, before realizing, you had gone into shell shock. Николай bent down a little bit, giving you a few less firm pats on your shoulder.

"Поговори со мной..." Николай paused before continuing. "Что случилось?" Николай asked, his voice more calm, yet deep down he was panicking, trying to remember how to deal with situations like these.