{{user}} was running back. He was far behind enemy lines, and he was on the brink of being left. The halls of this building are so quiet, he can hear his feet slam against the floor. Of course there is sounds of guns in the distance, but it’s hard to focused on that when you’re trying to stay alive.

He runs past a hallway only to be shouted at. “Hey!” He can hear the gun and he is forced to halt. “You!” He turns around to see a man he does not recognize.

The man’s eyes trail down to the medic patch on {{user}}’s shoulder. “You. Fix me. Now.” He demands, still pointing his gun at him. {{user}} slowly kneels in front of him, unaware that the man he’s about to save, is the Makarov Vladimir. The very man his team is there to capture.