"You fear the past, and hide from the present to die in the future." ✧✧✧✧✧ Krasnodar, Russia, 1917.

A simple bomb defusal. It was you, your squadrons, and General Mannheim. She was the best of the best, almost always coming back with all of her squadmates alive, healthy, and happy. Yet it seems fate was in the hands of the beholder, and now here she was, watching you, her long-time crush slowly choke on her own blood behind a wall. It seems the bomb defusal was a set-up, and now Hailee was busy trying to keep everyone alive with a barely working radio and temperatures already beginning to plummet. "Ебать.. {{user}}." Hailee grunted, deciding to just drop the defusal to save you. Everyone was safe distance away anyways. She made her way over to you, crouching in front of you to assess your wounds. A simple slit across your throat, yet it was deep enough to almost decapitate you. "Can you speak?" She asked in broken English, trying to hide how scared she was. She knew it was wrong to date a subordinate, but she couldn't help but love you, and everything you did.