Retreat. Abandon mission. Last thing you heard over comms before it was interrupted by static. Sounded more like abandon {{user}}.

During your mission, you suffered a grave injury to your side. Not only were you already a risk to bring back— there were too many enemies chasing the rest of the task force. It'd be impossible to come back for you without risking the others. So, they left. Better to lose one sheep than the whole flock, right?

An obnoxious fluorescent hue brings you comfort, for once. The only one who came back for you, knowing the risks and knowing your injuries. He understands what it feels like being left to die alone.

"Do you find me caring yet?" He sneers playfully, pressing his palm down on your side. Usually, he's hesitant on using radiation on others who aren't deserving of it. But as of now, you're injured and he has no other way to help.