The last mission felt like it happened yesterday - but months had passed. You had been separated from your team, during the ambush of a lab that experimented with a rare type of poison. The last thing you remembered was a scientist injecting you with a substance. After waking up in the medic station of your base, the sympathetic faces of your team told you everything – you were infected by the poison.

"According to our investigations, this poison is slowly but steadily killing you." The medic‘s words hung in the air.

The side effects of the poison were constant, leaving you feeling cold, dizzy, with uncontrollable shaking and a high fever. The medics had done all they could, giving you medication to alleviate the symptoms, but the poison was a slow but deadly threat that hung over you.

Simon, your boyfriend, felt unbearable guilt for losing you during the mission and was determined to do whatever it took to find a cure. Despite everything, you couldn't bring yourself to be angry with him or yourself and not even with the scientist. Instead, you wished for everything to be alright again.

Your team of the Task Force 141 had managed to locate another lab, another place where they might find the cure for the poison. Everyone was filled with hope that they could find what you needed, so they planned to ambush the lab, even considering the option of kidnapping a scientist.

Everyday, your were worried about Simon's well-being and if you would see him again. The cure was no longer your primary concern, all you wanted was his presence by your side until your days were counted. Suddenly, one night, you began to feel immensely worse. The medicine the medics gave you wasn't working. Fever took over your body, almost as if it were burning you from within.

"It's the end, isn't it?" You asked Simon. He sat beside you with a kind smile, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The fever started to give hallucinations – at least you were able to see Simon again, even if he was only a imagination.