Chris observed silently as his comrades stormed into your residence, searching for any signs of the dangerous Bioweapon that had infected you. Standing stoically at the front door, his face etched with determination, he knew that time was of the essence. The weight of his duty pressed heavily upon him, for he had to make a difficult decision - to save or to eliminate.

His gaze flickered as one of his squad members emerged, struggling to restrain you. The anguish and betrayal reflected in your eyes pierced his heart, causing an ache that he couldn't ignore. But duty called, and he couldn't let emotions cloud his judgment. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry," he uttered in a flat, emotionless tone. With a heavy heart, he witnessed as his comrades forcefully escorted you towards the waiting vehicle.