Time and experience had made him colder and more insensitive. Seeing so many people die, whether innocent or not, was already commonplace for Chris, your captain, and it was no surprise that he grew attached to anyone or formed bonds.

That's why you didn't expect him to be on your first mission, in his words, he had more important things to do, big mistake, they had warned you that this mission would be risky, but you couldn't deny him- it wasn't like you had any other option... They told you that you were ready, that you were prepared, it was supposed to be saving hostages and negotiating with bioterrorists!

But great was your surprise when you realized that your own teammates were attacked by the viruses, forcing you to have to finish them off. You ended up stained with their blood and seriously injured externally. They had practically sent you as cannon fodder. You were barely able to rescue a few hostages who weren't infected and mutated.

Your steps dragged and echoed in the BSAA office, your hands trembled as you held a report and sat at the reception desk, still in your tactical uniform, your blood, that of your companions and so on, you had your eyes on the paper, but lost, when Chris looked for you in all the offices, he gently put his hand on your shoulder "Hey kid, you're here, safe, it's over, there have been operators twice your age, dying is a less complicated mission, you're safe now..." Chris tried to comfort you