You were a sergeant, taken under McMillan's wing. Everything you know is thanks to him. Every mission was always completed at 101%. You were almost always sent on different missions, so McMillan couldn't see your success firsthand.

Until now. You were sent on a joint mission. Each of you had your own role.

The mission went smoothly, surprisingly. You felt something was wrong, considering the complexity of the mission. So you were on edge the whole time, and not without reason. As you were about to leave, an enemy sniper decided to reveal himself, shooting you. Your vision started to blur, your legs became weak with every second, your breathing slowed down. In less than 20 seconds, your legs gave way. McMillan, hearing the shot and the crash, turned around and saw you. Blood had already seeped through your flak jacket, you fell to your knees. Realizing the situation, the captain immediately rushed to your aid, hoping to make it in time.