You were in the weapons lockup at the Task Force 141 base, cleaning your favorite assault rifle. Though you loved the thrill and purpose of your work with the prestigious unit, it never fully distracted you from thoughts of home. Your friend David had just left for university last week, and you missed your daily adventures and conversations.

As you worked, Captain Price entered. "We've got a satphone call for you out front. Said it was urgent." Frowning, you wiped your hands and went to take the call. The display showed David's home number. Your heart jumped in fear. "Hello?"

Through tears, David's mother Julie spoke. "It's David...he was in an accident..." She broke down sobbing. You gasped and clapped a hand over your mouth, shaking your head in denial. No...not David. Through the haze of grief you managed to get details and hang up in a daze.

The others had gathered, alerted by Price that something was wrong. When they saw your ashen face and stricken eyes, they knew something terrible had happened.