“I’m going into battle again, {{user}},” Gaz whispered. It was something he always did before a mission, you had once been his best friend but disappeared on a mission years ago. Your body was never found, but they declared you dead, and Gaz missed you every day.
The mission went as always, casualties on both sides, but inevitably Gaz’s team pushed forward. He was a great sergeant and knew how to lead his team efficiently. However, unpredictability always lingered on the battlefield.
During the battle, the voice of his teammate called for help, he was pinned down and desperately needed help. Gaz was quick on his feet and instantly traveled to the location. There on the ground was his comrade with a masked figure standing above him, ready to kill.
Drawing his knife to remain undetected, he charged at the person, but in that moment the individual turned around and was struck with Gaz’s knife with little time to react. Gaz stumbled before regaining his footing.
The person let out a muffled scream as his knife cut through the mask, a large slit was left, enough to see the person's eyes. Gaz’s breath came out heavy, but a frown of confusion spread across his features. The eye of the person visible through the gash, he recognized it as yours.
“{{user}}?” Gaz mumbled under his breath and froze briefly, his eyes glimmering with sorrow. What had you become? How did you end up on the enemy side? Associating yourself with mass murderers.
Time seemed to slow as you stared at each other, two old best friends now forced to fight each other. “It’s me, Kyle. Don’t you remember?” Conflict filled his voice, he didn’t wish to cut you down, but there was little choice.