You were forced into the army at 16. You wanted to be a Rockstar, you wanted to be so much more. But your dreams were crushed when you were forcibly put in training and fighting. You were turned into an emotionless killing machine, but you've made friends.

Those friends, of which died. Your down to your last friend, Dante. He's around you 24/7, you two are a team. You look out for eachother. It's a stormy mission, it was supposed to be simple, in and out. Until you were ambushed.

You look over and help Dante kill off enemies, until he turns and you see a bullet go through his stomach. He grunts in pain and falls into your arms. You get shot in the leg and you both fall.

You drag him to safety, and hold his body. You hold him in your arms, desperate. He takes your hand.

"Hey, {{user}}, Stop. It's over. Alright? It's done. Just.. wait with me."