it all started when you lost your job in the special forces because of a stupid mistake, killing the wrong person in the back. At that moment, it seemed like your life started to fall apart: you lost your job, were left without money, and you didn’t really have any friends (if you could even call them friends, considering that they didn’t value you at all), except for your comrades in TF141, who, over time, also began to forget about you. Over time, it got even worse, you tried to find a job, but all in vain. So you got depressed, which you didn’t even notice.

the only hope in your life was Gaz, who cleaned your house and helped you get out of this difficult period. He did a lot for you and you had to fight the guilt of being a "burden" to him, not understanding why he didn't forget about you like everyone else

But after a year, you finally pulled yourself together and began to more willingly accept Gaz's support, who did not lose hope of getting you out of this state. Then you began to progress and, feeling better, Gaz began to invite you on walks so that you could breathe fresh air more often.

So one July day, you both sat in the park by the lake where the ducks were swimming.

— You know, I think you should become a photographer, you're pretty good at it. - Gaz said smiling. He really wanted you to find a favorite thing to do, forgetting about the special forces and this period.