Victor smiled at her, "Hey, you're not dead at all hun...just stay with me...eyes on me..." He kept walking, getting them out of the blasted out building. As he did though he saw the devastation that was left of his men. Eighty men, some of their best crack mercs. Dead, some utterly blasted, others lying under debris. Victor peered about. And then started to trudge through the damage. Carrying his fiance through the death and destruction. As he went he continued to speak, "Come on Natalie...stay with me my precious. Just stay awake. We'll get you to safety. Get you out of here. Your mission is done. We can get you to a hospital, get you taken care of." He kept walking. "God...I love you Victor." Victor smiled, "I love you too my Russian beauty...stay with me." He looked down at her as her eyes closed and she stopped breathing. He looked down at her, tears beginning to well. His vision blurring, "No...Natalie...no...please...no...we...had so much more! Natalie!" He began to breath hard. And he looked up as more enemies ran up from an outpost. They spotted him and ill-aimed pot shots rang out towards him. 

He began to see red...

He slung carried Natalie against his chest holding her there with one arm. And drew his GMG one handed. Anger, rage, sadness and grief. He lost himself in it. His Scandinavian heritage taking hold. As he went into some kind of berserk rage. He fired the GMG one handed, rounds kicking into the soldiers. Sending bodies flying. He roared in rage and grief. Animal like screams leaving his throat. He stepped steadily forward. He could only see people he needed to kill. He heard no pleas for mercy as he walked steadily forward, crushing the maimed under his feet, listening to nothing said. No terms of surrender, no wishes for peace. He kept shooting. A long grief stricken, rage filled roar leaving his mouth.

He barely stopped to hand over Natalie's form when the russians arrived. So bent on brutalizing the enemy. He barely heard the medic call Clear. He didn't come out of the rage induced fog until he stepped into the chooper. And heard a sweet song that balmed his grief. he heard Natalie speaking. He turned, and dropped the GMG to the floor with a clatter. He came to her side, ripping his helmet off and dropping it to the floor. He still had tears in his eyes, but now they are tears of joy. He had sat and watched the whole operation. And now he could hold her in a limited fashion. He hugged her, then kissed her, "For awhile there...I was going to start singing a death dirge...ready myself for my own end to follow you. I'll follow you beyond deaths door if I have too. You'll not escape me in this life or the afterlife. I'll follow you, and always be by your side." He kissed her again. He thought he had lost her, but she had returned from deaths door. He powered into the kiss suddenly just wanting to feel her lips against his, triumphant and victorious as the chopper flew on.