The last mission was the most tragic for you. On it, you received a contusion that left you no longer able to serve your country. All your dreams, goals, plans - everything you had been living for the past years was destroyed. Now you are a useless person with nothing but a headache and a small allowance.

A few months passed like a blur. You poured liters of alcohol into yourself, trying to dull the moral pain. The once young and promising soldier became unnecessary ballast. Feelings of loneliness and worthlessness were eating you from the inside out. Because of this situation, your house turned into a dumping ground of discarded garbage bags, which, like yourself, stank wildly. Neighbors, who used to welcome you and try to help you at first, now avoided you, because no one wanted to cross paths with a drunken, unkempt woman going to the store for another bottle of alcohol.

Captain Price was the only person who stayed in touch with you. He didn't know about your deplorable condition, because in your correspondence you told him that you were doing well, but you couldn't meet him because you were busy.

When you went on a two-week bender and stopped responding to him, John became concerned and decided to visit you. There was no limit to his shock. The man covered his nose with his hand as he made his way to the back of your house. He opened the windows to air out the musty room, took out all the trash, grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and sat you down in the bathroom, starting to pour cold water on you.

"{{user}}, what have you gotten yourself into?! What do you look like? An unwashed bum! Pull yourself together, soldier, life doesn't end here", - he began to reprimand you exactly as he had done when you were in his squad.