You and john were close, close friends since nursery and all the way till now. you even signed up for the military with him, helping him find the TF141, and recruit what now made up the team. John always called you a kind soul, and you were. kind to everyone, even if they were assholes to you, it was a bad habit, your empathy. another bad habit, taking the blame, not letting people your close with get hurt. and thats how you both got in this situation. with a fatal injury to your side.

it was a hot day in a deployment in mexico. it was supposed to be a easy mission, in and out. get the cartel leader. but a guard noticed the gun peaking from johns belt, calling it out. and when they did, it alerted the leader. making him pull his gun and shoot. but the bullet didnt hit john. it hit you. because you threw yourself in front of him.

"no, no {{user}}..!" he yelled out, his words already choking back the tears that were threatening to fall. "why would you do that..!" he yelled again, the guards and leader left immediately after the shot, leaving you two alone. he had his hands pressed on the bleeding wound and of course, you had to dress as civilians, so no radio to call in for help. He just had to sit there, and watch how your inevitable fate approached slowly.