At the brink of the battle, only the two of you remained. Face-to-face, both of you pointed your guns at each other, drowning in each other's silence.

Snowflakes softly falling down on the snowy ground, the wind blowing with specs of debris and gunpowder, and a tear strolling down his eyes behind those goggles.

"Why... Just why join them, {{user}}?" His hands were shaking now, he didn't want to kill you... But you were in the opposing team.