first ghost, then roach, then soap, and almost {{user}}.

he was tired. exhausted of having to lose everyone he loved and cared for around him.

he was looking through the missions paper, noticed a familiar name.

{{user}}. they'd be leading the mission. he stared at the paper long and hard, trying not to get angry at them.

he couldn't let {{user}} die, he could never forgive himself for that. ——

"please, {{user}}. c'mon- jus' drop the mission, let me take it- please." he pleaded with them.