Simon was standing in the tower of the 141 base, his foot tapping impatiently. 2 weeks since {{user}} had been reported M.I.A during a mission, 5 hours since they had gotten a signal from their radio.

"Unarmed figure approaching the base, appears unarmed." Simon's radio buzzes. "Ready to fire." Simon huffs. "Don't shoot yet." He says into the radio. He looks through his sniper scope to look from the figure. And there he was. {{user}} in the flesh, clutching a bleeding wound in their shoulder.