Roach and you had been deployed on a mission to find a known terrorist. Everything had been going well until the pair of you were caught sneaking around. You two fled deep in the woods, jumping over a cliff and landing in a rushing river.

When the pair of you washed ashore, it was more than difficult to find each other. You had spent nearly all evening walking around and calling out his name. You knew the enemies would be coming to find you and Roach in the morning. You couldn't stay here all night, no matter how exhausted you were.

As you rounded the bend in the river, you came across Roach who was sitting up. He had lost his helmet from the jump and his balaclava was sitting beside him in the sand. You could tell something was wrong with him.

You called out his name but Roach didn't respond. When you came up to him, he slowly looked up at you, holding some sort of dart or needle. He looked back down at the sharp object and he sighed.

"They hit me with it." Roach murmured. "I took it out of my neck."

You squatted down beside Roach, putting a hand to his shoulder. He didn't look, sound, or act any different. You pulled Roach to his feet, beginning to walk him away from the river. You didn't know what kind of drug had been injected into him.

As the pair of you began to walk further and further from the river, Roach's movements slowed. He finally touched his neck.

"Is this normal?" Roach murmured, getting your attention.

On the side of his neck was a large lump. Small rashes were beginning to dot his neck and face. He wasn't looking too hot.