After staying to cover for the team, you and Frankie ran through the forest. They were still following you both. You kept calling base, the team, anyone, but no one replied, no one checked in. Frankie stopped, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

"Déjalo..." He panted as he leaned on a tree, looking back to make sure no one was close behind. "They left us... They probably think we're dead."

He groaned, holding his side where he had been grazed before you heard gunshots nearby and both started moving again.

"Fuck..." He groaned as he kept moving. "I'm sorry, {{user}}." Frankie said. He had been mentoring you, had convinced the team to let you come with.