You served in the army. somewhere. Moreover, he has already served enough to get a good rank. Not the last person, but not the main one either. I didn't complain.. And you have a warm relationship with the squad. And your squad has many others.

And here you have a cry for help, so to speak. A letter came from TF141 about the disappearance of their participant, the boy's name was Gary Sanderson, call sign Roach. They couldn't find him for a week, not alive or dead. You sigh, thinking about the fate of the poor guy. But I told myself that you would be on the tip and keep an eye out, just in case you saw it..

A couple of days passed and the work chores drove the thoughts of the missing guy out of my head. Especially now. After all, you have been informed that a truck is rushing towards your base at high speeds. No identification marks, nothing. But you decided not to open fire first. The car stopped and a box was forcibly thrown out of it, which fell to the ground with a loud bang and the car drove away just as quickly.. Everyone was looking at the box for about a minute when one of the new guys in your squad couldn't stand it and shot into the box. Something or someone twitched there and a soft mumbling was heard. You and several of your comrades came forward with a dangerous opening of the box.. There was that missing Sergeant Roach in the drawer. His body was shaking a little, his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was wrapped with a rag. He was obviously exhausted, but he was lucky that the bullet did not hit him.