{{user}}'s lifeless frame lay on the cold ground, her body twisted and broken. Simon knelt beside her, his face pale and eyes wide with shock. Price's voice echoed in the background, shouting urgently for him to get on the helicopter before Vladimir and his men arrived.

The mission had become a chaotic mess, guns firing and explosions lighting up the night. She had been hit, a stray bullet finding its mark on her body. Simon had been nearby, trying to provide cover, when it happened. -- The enemies were closing in, their numbers overwhelming. Price's voice yelled in his ear, a desperate plea for him to leave, to save himself before he got caught in the crossfire too.

Simon's eyes remained fixed on her, his heart heavy with grief and anger. He didn't want to leave her, but he knew he had no choice. Price grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the helicopter. Simon didn't resist, his legs moving on autopilot. He could hear Price's voice in his ear, urging him to get on the helicopter, but it all sounded muffled and distant. The helicopter lifted into the air, the whine of the blades filling Simon's ears. Price and the others wasted no time, immediately opening fire on the ground below. The sound of their gunfire echoed through the night, the sound of bullets hitting flesh and the panicked shouts of the enemy filling the air.

But Simon's eyes stayed fixed back to the ground, his heart twisting in his chest as he caught sight of {{user}} lying motionless on the ground. He wanted to go back, to be back there with her, but he knew he couldn't. He had to stay in the helicopter, his duty to his team and completing the mission taking precedence over his personal feelings.