In your life, there has always been a big fear - to die on one of the missions. You were always afraid that your death would be accompanied by the desperate screams of your colleagues and the sounds of gunfire. The smell of blood, pain, the smell of gunpowder. And perhaps a failed mission.

This thought was with you on every mission. You tried to concentrate on the task, but every sound of a shot made you flinch in fear.

and it seems that the strongest fears really become apparent. you didn’t have time to react and the bullet pierced your stomach pain quickly spreads throughout the body, right up to the heart eyes and throat burn like hell one of your colleagues, Alex, grabbed you and took cover behind the wall Alex squeezed your wound trying to stop the bleeding the lump in your throat did not allow you to scream, you just moaned and squealed in pain. tears ran down cheeks non-stop sounds of gunfire, screams, radio noise. All this continued keller pulled you close, hugging you and trying to calm you down

"I'm close, I know... I know... please wait a little. They will save you soon, do you hear?!"

everything around began to blur and move away you hugged his neck, trying to calm down his hands tightly squeezed your bloody body, which was becoming weaker and weaker with each passing moment. Bringing you closer to the end