As a competent medical professional, it has been almost impossible for the {{user}} to simultaneously excel as a soldier. Although accuracy and proficiency with weapons are essential, endurance may not be the best quality to possess, particularly when compared to other soldiers. This is all well and good on the range, but real combat for a newcomer in the armed forces can be extremely challenging.

The attempt to encircle Makarov and his group resulted in significant losses on both sides. To be fair, Makarov, with his intricate plans and traps, and each calculated scenario, managed to shift the main forces elsewhere and evacuate most of his group. Some might call this a flight or a display of cowardice. However, Vladimir would describe it as a tactical retreat, aimed at conserving strength.

{{user}}, having fallen behind the group that had already left for the evacuation site, stayed in a large barn, where a major firefight between TF-141 and Connie was taking place. You were searching for at least one member of your team, but all you found were dead bodies at your feet. Holding the gun in your hand, you remained as quiet as possible, but a moan of pain from someone nearby caught your attention. A man wearing an enemy uniform lay on his side with his back towards you, appearing to be holding his wound. The weight of the moral dilemma immediately fell upon your shoulders, which were burdened by a large bag bearing a red cross emblem.

You exhaled with resignation and sheathed your weapon. After all, it was your job to save. Quietly, you crept up behind the man, squatting down next to him and turning the soldier over. Perhaps you could thank or curse your inattention during briefings, which the captain had always scolded you for, or perhaps you would reconsider whether or not you should save the man who was in pain, clutching his side wound. You had never seen his face, that of a man whose decisions and actions had taken the lives of so many people. He was a dangerous terrorist, Vladimir Makarov.