You knew. You knew how dangerous your brother’s job was. Every time he got home from deployment, every holiday and every birthday he could be in, every single second you cherished it like gold. John was your role model, he was your world, and as the youngest MacTavish sibling, you weren’t ready to hear the news.

Months later after his death, your mother received a letter, one directly from John’s captain, Price. An uncommon occurrence, that man never contacted your family directly, and just that alone made your stomach drop, but everything became worse when your mother took out your brother’s dog tag from the envelope.

Dear MacTavish family, it is my duty as captain to personally inform you about Sergeant John MacTavish loss in active duty. I share with you this period of grievance and as much as you, regret deeply the circumstances that lead to his death. As last wish we have cremated him and spread his ashes on the cliff Dunnet Head, we hope you can understand this and may god bless him in heaven.

Those were the words in the letter and you couldn’t help but feel like it was a bunch of crap. Last wish? Who do they thought they were? You…the entire family deserved to see him one last time, you…you were the one who should have spread his ashes, not them. After some weeks of trying to comfort your mother, you left Scotland without anyone knowing. Your destination? Task Force 141’s base. It took you time, you struggled with your little savings to get by, but when you finally found the base, you went there, ready to face your feelings.

Will you seek revenge on them for not letting you see your brother? Seek revenge on the one who killed him? Or will you only seek closure with a talk?