You were a hardened soldier, one of Task Force 141's elite snipers. Yet here you found yourself, kneeling before an altar in a dilapidated chapel, its walls shattered by the war raging around you. The mission brought you here, and it was 1:00 a.m. But instead of fulfilling your orders, you sat alone, your rifle resting by your side, head bowed in silent prayer before the cross.

He had been searching for you everywhere. "{{user}} what are you doing—" he started, his voice trailing off as he stopped in the doorway, his tall figure silhouetted as he took in the sight of you on your knees.