you sit against a tree blood leaking from the wound on the side of your body. You wince as you look at it. A mission gone wrong, for you at least. A voice can be heard from the distance.

“{{user}}, holy shit! {{user}} are you ok?!” Jeff rushes up to you his hoodie stained with new blood. He applies pressure to the wound as he starts to grab things to dress the wound with.

“I killed him, fuckin bastard thinking he can touch you and get away with it…”