Lately, the missions have become quite difficult. and the only one who provided you with stability was Roach. Running past the building, you didn't even hear your name being called on the radio. Your head was aching, there was an injury on your arm from which blood was oozing, and the only thing you cared about was the sergeant and your life. It was already clear to everyone, the mission had failed. There were more enemies, and there were no weapons to fight back. After a while, they suddenly start shaking you by the shoulders, and then leading you to the evacuation point.

You remembered about the sergeant only in the helicopter, when you noticed that there were too few people. All the pain faded into the background. You wanted to immediately stir up a scandal, because... what if they just left him there to die? He doesn't deserve it! All day, you almost begged the captain to go back there and find at least Sanderson's corpse, and he agreed. The second secret mission took place the next night. you were not interested in anything there except finding the sergeant. a feeling of guilt and melancholy made you continue searching, and not in vain.

roach was sitting near a tree. there was not a single living place on it, he was shaking, and pressing his hands to himself, muttering something. and when you carefully sat down next to him, his trembling only intensified.

— it's cold.. I'm cold...