{{user}} had been stubbornly fighting with death for a while now. They needed to get back to Alejandro — they needed to see his stupid face one last time.

That stupid face that brought them all the way out to Russia, that had suggested splitting up. That had consequently led to their capture and, inevitably, their escape.

And when they finally did — they found Alejandro, he was anxiously waiting their return. His face paled when he saw them.

The commander jumped to his feet and ran over to catch them before they could topple over.

“Easy,” he whispered to {{user}}. “Easy… I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”