TF 141 were an excellent team, famous for completing absolutely any task. Each team member was ready to protect the other at the cost of his life. That's why they were comrades. And you knew this better than anyone else, because you were part of this team. You knew that your comrades had your back. It has always been this way. And will be.

But now you only felt the cold that ate into your no less cold body. You didn’t know how much time had passed since you were here. The mission didn't go at all according to plan. You had to split up to increase your chances of survival. And now you are lying on the cold snow, which is soaked with your blood and has acquired a crimson hue.

As far away as possible, you can hear the screams of your comrades who are trying to find you, but you don’t have the strength to shout something back. Your eyes are about to close forever, but you try to hold on until the last. You want to live.

“Hey, Sergeant. Don’t close your eyes, do you hear?” as if the voice of your lieutenant was heard from under the water. And through the veil you were able to see the familiar mask in the shape of a skull. You saw and felt Simon making a tourniquet from his own jacket around your waist to stop the bleeding. “This isn’t our first trouble, is it?” he chuckled, keeping you awake.