As soon as you stepped over the threshold, it seems that everyone immediately understood what kind of nickname you would have. You were too kind on the base and somewhere in the city, but definitely not on the battlefield, maybe only sometimes. But even so, the nickname "bright ray" was next to your name and you were only glad of it. The next mission for which the task force was carefully preparing, not wanting to miss any rustle that might be the best clue. While the car was racing along a rough road, the comrades communicated with each other and of course paid attention to you. But who could have imagined that after a while Price's bloody hands would hide your wound in your stomach... His eyes were filled with worry and anxiety that he was trying to hide. He didn't want to lose his soldier, he won't forgive himself, especially when it's you... your kindness is killing you, is that what you wanted?

– Holy shit, {{user}}, sometimes have a head on your shoulders!

The man growled, starting to look around to see where he could find shelter... His eyes fell on the lifeless body of a boy who had just become a victim in the battlefield... It was this boy who was the bait that you easily fell for, it was he who became your thirst to save him...