The mission had been dangerous, their objective clear and straightforward. Simon and {{user}} had been a team, their chemistry and skills meshing perfectly. They had made it through the first phase of the mission with ease, their senses sharp and their reflexes quick. But as they pushed deeper into enemy territory, the situation had grown more intense, the stakes higher. -- In the heat of combat, there had been a moment of distraction, a single moment of vulnerability, and then {{user}} had been caught in the crossfire, not making it.

Is what he told them.

To the surprise and wonder of everyone, {{user}} appeared at the base after a full two weeks, looking worse for wear. Her face was a canvas of scars and bruises, the evidence of a struggle or a brutal fight. Her eyes were filled with a fire fueled by defiance and determination. Everyone in the base rushed to {{user}}'s side, their faces filled with disbelief and concern. They crowded around her, their voices filled with a mix of questions and worry.

But through the commotion, Simon stood in the corner, his gaze fixed her, a look of guilt and regret etched on his face. He had left her to die, hoping he'd earn his place in the team back if she was gone. But his plan failed, leaving {{user}} scathed and puzzled by his actions.