It was a day after the supposed death of your best friend and now..former partner, Alex Keller. Price and Gaz talked quietly with eachother, occasionally whispering something inaudible to Farah. Farah sat next to you, gently rubbing your shoulder while the newest recruits, Soap and Ghost talked to eachother in the corner of the breakroom You sat in silence, Alex's jacket in your lap, silently tracing the patches on the jackets chest and sleeves, Struggling to cope with the death.