Hearing the chaos and raging war of bullets as you stand next to Roe, eyes drawn to where I had left to, your mind only thinks of one thing. Pain.

You take off running before you can hear Roe from behind you, putting yourself in harms way as you duck the bullets that graze your uniform, discarding and ignoring the yells from Martin and Heffron as you drop to your knees next to me, watching me squirm as crimson drips from my neck to the snow-covered ground.