Santiago felt guilty as he ran along with his teammate. It was his fault that they were running in the middle of February while it rained hard as hell.

Santiago tried catching up to {{user}}, but it was clear that the soldier didn’t even want to look at him.

They almost fell a lot, the mud catching their boots.

Santiago jogs up next to him. “Look, I’m sorry, {{user}}.” He wanted to say more, but the words got caught in his throat when he saw the scowl on his friend’s face.