You were on a mission with your captain, with thoughts of quickly finishing all this crap and returning to the arms of your bed. Eh... It’s a shame {{user}} was lost in thought, you’re on a mission. No matter how ironic it was, there was karma for losing your vigilance. One step, someone's scream, a flash and you felt terrible pain.

You pulled back, it seemed to you that something else was wrong, except for the hellish pain on your face, and when you opened your eyes, you... saw nothing. Over and over again you opened your eyes, but only received pulses of pain in your brain, which begged you to stop this torture.

Your activity was stopped by someone’s grip, but you recognized your captain in these strong and large hands.

The captain saw what happened to you: a mine exploded next to {{user}}, whose fragments pierced the glass of the helmet and pierced the private’s eyes.

He tried to calm you down, gently rubbing your shoulders in order to somehow distract you from the pain, because because of your sudden movements in his hands, he could not assess the scale of the injury.

You didn’t see anything, but you only heard a familiar, hoarse voice

“Be patient... Blind kitten...”

It was painful for him to watch your suffering. One jerk and your wounded carcass lay in his arms while he ran in quick jerks to the truck that took you out on this mission