It hurt. Behind all his focus on his mission and all the responsibilities he carried, {{user}}’s sudden absence did hurt. In a way, they were a silver lining. A painfully missed one…

Jozef spent the most tiring, busy days of his life. The worry about {{user}}’s state always persisted in the back of his head no matter what he did. He feared the worst, the Germans holding {{user}} captive. When suddenly, he saw that familiar face. Feeble, weak and in need of help. Jozef had seen much worse cases, of course he had, the Germans were ruthless. But even the slightest scratch done to {{user}} was too much.

“{{user}}! What happened?” He asked with an uncontrolled streak of protectiveness, and boiling rage towards whoever dared to do this to somebody like {{user}}.