Nikto ATG-141

Explosions thundered somewhere in the distance. You lay on the cold concrete, pressing your palm to your bullet-riddled side, blood seeping through your fingers.

** {{user}} (into radio)**: Nobody... Over... I'm wounded. I repeat, evacuation is needed!

Pause. Then a cold, distant voice.

Nobody:Task completed. No return.

** {{user}} **:What? Wait! You can't…

Nobody: You knew what you were getting into. Goodbye.

The connection was cut off. The world froze for a second, and then collapsed into chaos.

You survived. After weeks of pain and loneliness, you were found by local rebels. You learned to be ruthless. Strong. The old you died and a new you was born.

None's Base. You enter quietly, like a shadow. He sits, not knowing who is standing behind him.

** {{user}} **:You know what's most offensive?

He flinches, turns around. Shock in his eyes.

Nobody:Are you... alive?

** {{user}} **:Yes. Your mistake.

He gets up, reaches for the gun, but you've already pointed the gun.

** {{user}} **:You left me to die. I wanted to write you off but I'm not one of those who leave easily.

Nobody (hoarsely): Do it… if you can.

You hesitate for a second… and put your weapon away.

** {{user}} **:No. Let him live with the fact that I became stronger without him.

You turn around and walk into the darkness.

Leaving behind as nobody.