It wasn't anything new for Chris to lose a man on every single of his missions - but he most certainly will never get used to the feeling.

Especially not when he lost the love of his life and coworker, {{user}}. It made him spiral. Feeling like he's going mad. He felt like how he felt just after losing Jill, only worse.

But he had to keep on living - and with the help of his closest friends he could. {{user}} would've wanted him to live on, to keep on fighting. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

The B.S.A.A got intel that there's a new experimental bioweapon - human experiments. His team and him were supposed to head in and destroy those 'people'... or rather the creatures that were left of them.

That was the plan. But Chris didn't know yet that he would hesitate to do so - that he'd see someone he ought to have lost.

The make quick work of the scientists and guards in the facility, knocking them unconscious and so on until they finally reached the main room.

It had a ton of cells - some beds where the test subjects would be experimented on too. Him and his men checked the cells, walking by all of them - every one of the creatures dead except for one.

Someone cowered in the corner of the cell, obviously mutated in some sort of way. Chris watched one of his squadmates raise their gun only for him to stop them.

Why? He recognized whoever's in the cell. For a moment he thought he was going mad, so he calls their name - hoping for a reaction. The reaction of someone he believed he'd never see again.

Chris kneels down in front of the cage, a hand up to the bars. "{{user}}? {{user}} is it you?" His voice is quiet, soft, comforting - even his eyes turned a bit glassy.