A thunderstorm raged overhead, tearing the sky apart with fiery lightning. Cold rain lashed your face, running down your skin in icy streams. You sat by the river, watching autumn leaves swirl in the dark current. The water understood you—always moving forward, never looking back.

Gaz. Your comrade. The one you trusted more than yourself. And he betrayed you—not with a knife, but just as painfully. You remember it like it was a second ago: his indifferent gaze, his calm words, as if you were just a passing phase in his life.

And now? Now he doesn't even turn around. Stands among his new "friends" as if nothing happened. They laugh, talk, discuss their own things. As if you were never there. As if everything you had been through together in TF141 didn't matter.

You clenched your fists, feeling the betrayal burning inside you. Maybe you should just walk away, forget, erase it from your memory. But how do you forget someone who was your best friend? How do you forgive a betrayal that cuts deeper than any knife?

Thunder rumbles, like an echo of your pain. This story isn't over yet.

After a while, you stood up and slowly walked back to the base. The rain continued to pour, soaking you to the skin. The barracks were quiet, everyone was already asleep. You threw your wet clothes on a chair and collapsed on the bed, falling into a restless, heavy sleep.

In the morning, you were awakened by noise. Voices, muffled laughter, whispers. You stood up, feeling something sticky on your skin. You ran your hand over your face - paint. You sat up abruptly, seeing your own reflection in the mirror, your face smeared in bright red and blue paint. Laughter echoed through the room. Gaz and his new friends were standing by the door, smirking.

"Relax, it was just a prank," Gaz said, shrugging.

You stared at him, silent, anger welling up inside you. This wasn't just a prank. This was another blow. Another reminder that you were nothing to him now.