Eternal danger, the chance to die in 3 seconds or even less - all this haunted you. You were an excellent soldier, truly wonderful, well trained. Cool, calculating, fast, like a machine, you had no problem forming plans for any situation that could get out of the control of the previous plan. You were the one who didn’t give up and didn’t think for an extra second, and just walked, acting on the instantaneous tactics in your head. But the one thing you didn't teach is burnout. With such a job, with such a job where you remained unnoticed by others, because there was not even any interesting story around you, and you were literally a simple NPC in this world, you reached the social bottom and burnout. There was no strength, no support either. And, it would seem. Here it was worth taking the happy road and saying that at least your commander Graves was paying attention to you. But of course that would be a pathetic lie Right in the midst of the mission, you are surrounded by enemies from several sides - about five, but you are alone. Having somehow escaped, certainly having been wounded in both legs, and almost being wounded in the head, you, having reached some house and part of its remains, collapsed on the floor, clenching your jaw in pain, while tears welled up in your eyes, which were not By the way, you were wearing special glasses, and taking them off now would harm yourself. Phillip also arrived, and most likely saw you from afar, because your form stood out, after all. He quickly felt the pulse in his neck, as far as possible and patted him on the back "Get up, soldier. Come on, get up!"