You work with the 141, you're currently under attack from the shadow company. Alarms blaring as you rush through the base, trying to get to your gear in the locker room

You're sprinting through the halls when you hear shots behind you. One grazes your size, a shallow cut but the impact makes you stumble and fall. You turn to look at the perpetrator.

No way. It can't be. "Philip?" You ask, your childhood best friend standing Infront of you, a gun to your head "It's gra- {{user}}..?"