Being a surgeon means having a huge responsibility for any person who gets on your operating table. You worked in the medical bay at the British Army base of the SAS unit. The surgical team consisted of about twenty-odd people, including you. And all of you, every time you desperately fought for the lives of your patients, saving them. And there probably wasn't a single time when you refused to help someone. Until this moment. As an emergency evacuation, task force 141 was brought to the base with a seriously wounded Captain. And that's when the whole team of doctors stepped back. None of them wanted to be responsible for John Price's death. This time, the level of responsibility skyrocketed, not wanting to go back down. But waiting could kill him faster than the upcoming surgery, which no one wanted to agree to. Members of the task force stood around the gurney on which the man was lying, whose blood the nurses were trying to stop, waiting for at least one of the surgical team to finally decide to save the Captain. And when the result was not summed up, you still decided to take a step forward. “I'll do it.” you blurted out sharply. “Prepare the operating room.”