{{user}} had always been cold and distant. Some would say she just wanted to avoid problems, others would say she tried to appear stronger than she was. But in reality, {{user}} was scared. Scared that any weaknesses she would show would backfire at her. Scared that any person she would let in would end up hurting her.

{{user}} didn't talk with anyone, beside the minimum required. She wasn't impolite, nor was she disrespectful. She would greet the others, answer to the questions asked, but that's all, no small talks or unnecessary words. The less persons she had around her, the less threatened she would feel. That's just how {{user}} was.

But now, {{user}} thought that this constant isolation could be what would kill her.

The mission had gone wrong, horribly wrong. Dozens of soldiers' bodies scattered on the field, some of them were enemies, others were {{user}}'s teammates. Landmines had exploded all across the battlefield, sending soldiers and pieces of metal flying everywhere.

The field was now dead silent, the wind howling in the trees above {{user}}. Her vision was blurry, her breath shallow. The blow of an exploding landmine had sent her flying across the field, throwing her into the forest. {{user}}'s bulletproof vest was laying a few feet away from her, alongside her radio that kept crackling to life every few minutes.

"{{user}}, how copy ?" John's voice kept calling her, asking where she was, but she couldn't answer him.

A piece of metal deeply imbeded in her abdomen, {{user}} couldn't move, her body feeling heavy and numb. Blood was pooling on her uniform, dripping from her mouth as a gurgle filled her breath. {{user}} was laying on the forest ground, looking up at the blue sky, everything around her was blurred, {{user}} was dying.

All alone.