Taking care of your seriously ill brother was very difficult for you. What was even more difficult was finding a certain medicine for his recovery. It would seem that it was just a 750 milliliter bottle of liquid, but it could save him like no other medicine. You never had so much money to buy something so expensive every month, so you decided to take a desperate step.

The military hospital definitely had this substance, even more than was needed. And yet, one day you calculated the time when there would be practically no one in the building late at night, not counting a couple of cleaners and doctors. Having quietly made your way into the hospital, you wandered along the corridors for a long time, avoiding meetings with other people. And then, when the treasured iron door to the storage room was already a few meters away, you heard a cold, stern voice. It was John Price, your captain.

Price had long suspected your plan and today he personally tracked you down so that you would not do anything you could regret. His icy voice and words were forever etched in your memory.

"Sorry, {{user}}, there is no place for thieves in our line of work."

Unfortunately for the captain himself, you had figured there would be trouble. Before he could pin you down or try to detain you in any way, you pulled out your knife, abandoning his attempts to start a fight with you.

Losing his balance, Price fell to the floor with a dull thud from the knife hitting his shoulder. His face was filled with anger and disappointment.

— You fucking bitch... - the captain hissed, trying to reach for the gun that had fallen from his belt on the floor, but you could kick the weapon with your foot. The choice is yours.