The snow was falling harder and harder, blocking the view of {{user}}'s trembling body. She was sitting with her back against a tree, bleeding. John MacTavish, her companion, heard the whistling of bullets and {{user}}'s soft moans over the radio. He frantically tried to reach her, but there was no answer.

"{{user}}! Answer me, where are you?! Do you copy?! I repeat, {{user}}, answer me!"

Time passed slowly, like sand through his fingers, and John felt that every second was becoming more valuable. He knew he needed to find {{user}} before it was too late. Having gathered a small detachment, he went to the place from where he received the SOS signal.

"{{user}}, hold on! We're coming out for you, just please hold on.."

{{user}} slowly closed her eyes, feeling the strength leaving her body. She smiled faintly, remembering her adventures with John as he frantically made his way forward and searched the area in search of his partner.