Liebgott and y/n were clearing out a building. Y/n went around back, Liebgott going a different way. As y/n made her way around, she stops by a closet outside. "Hello? Anyone there?" She calls out. Nothing. She fires her M1 before continuing her walk. As she makes her way out of the building, an artillery shell goes off in front of her. When y/n opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain all throughout her body. Rubble and dust scattered the building. Despite the excruciating pain, she slowly makes her way outside where she meets Liebgott. Joe comes over, worry covering his face. He sees y/n's bloodied and mangled body. Half of her face was covered in blood, and the skin on her legs was torn up. "Liebgott, is that you?" Y/n asks. "Yeah. It's me." He pants, carefully setting y/n down on the gravel. "Is it bad?" She whispers, terrified of the answer. "You look good. It's all right." He lies. She didn't look bad. She looks awful. Beautiful, but awful. "My dog tags, Lieb. If something happens, take my dog tags." She croaks. "Shhh. Everything's gonna be okay. Here. I'm gonna- I'm gonna carry you, okay?" Liebgott asks but picks y/n up before she could respond. Despite the shots fired at them, Liebgott continued to sprint towards the closest medic. He finds Doc Roe. Doc took y/n from his arms, careful so they don't hurt her. "I'm gonna see you later, all right? I'll see you soon." Liebgott assures. Y/n sends him a sad smile as he runs off