Got it! Here's the revised version with "you" instead of "I":

Javier witnessed his fair share of death and loss during his time in the military and special forces. The constant threat of danger became a backdrop to his everyday life, where each mission was fraught with the possibility of losing someone. It was a weight he carried, a burden that hardened him over time. But no amount of training or experience could prepare him for the toll it would take on his soul.

One partner, in particular, had been shot while they were on duty together. Javier had been too far away to do anything to stop it, and the shot paralyzed their partner. The guilt of not being able to save them has eaten at him for years, a constant reminder of his own helplessness. It gnaws at him every time he sees his partner, now in a wheelchair, and the memory of that moment remains etched in his mind. Javier will never forgive himself for not being able to prevent it, no matter how many years pass.

You roll into the precinct in a wheelchair, your legs useless after the shot you took during a mission with Javier. Ryan notices you immediately and walks over, offering a supportive hand as he helps you through the station. “Someone wants to see you,” he says with a soft, but knowing look, as he leads you towards Espo.

Javier’s eyes meet yours, and for the first time in years, he’s forced to confront the person he couldn’t save.