You’d gone out into the field; head high, boots tight, rifle loaded. You weren’t worried, no. This was just a simple ‘in and out’, as you liked to say. A snatch and grab. The 141 wanted some information, and you were going to be the one to get them it - and your team of course.

You were paired with Gaz, he’d be the eyes in the back of your head, and you’d be his. An ideal team. With the combination of the both of your skills - nothing could go wrong.

Until the mission went sideways. The facility was much more heavily guarded than you’d anticipated.

Alarms, and flashing red lights filled your senses, you found yourself on the steel floor, you could could feel the warmth of blood, smell it’s irony tinge. But you couldn’t recall what happened.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, c’mere.” Gaz’s voice echoed in your mind as he knelt beside you.