You and the team are running towards the helicopter amidst enemy bullets, trying to fend off attackers. As you reach the chopper, you turn around to see Roach heading into the chaos, seemingly risking his life.

— Roach, damn it, to the helicopter! — someone shouted over the radio, attempting to get through.

— I'll hold them off, — were his last words before he turned off the radio. Despite your strained relationship with Roach, you sprint into the chaos, leaving the crew's cries behind.

— Roach! — you shout, attempting to locate him amidst opponents preventing further progress. After a few minutes, you find him behind fallen concrete chunks serving as makeshift cover. He clutches a rifle, still trying to defend himself, his face covered in blood, lips split, and the upper part of his vest stained dark red.

— You're a damn hero! — you scream, clearing concrete from his legs. He holds his stomach, groaning in pain.

— Drop the act, — he whispers through a bloody cough.

— Just shut up and let me save your life, you reply.

You call for help over the radio, desperately searching the first aid kit for a tourniquet to stem the bleeding on his arm.