Hours, 72 to be exact. Three days. That’s how long your team had forgotten about you. After the last failure of a mission they’d left you behind injured unable to call for help.

Now you limped through the snowy forest looking like a zombie. A very tired, pissed off zombie to be exact.

“{{user}}…? You’re alive?!” Gromsko said as you’d made it back into the surrounding area of the barracks and he just so happened to be outside.