It had been weeks since you took your leave of absence. The last mission you went on was just too much on you mentally.

Everyone understood, most even seemed to be handling it fine. All except one.

You answered the knocking on your apartment door late at night to find Captain Price smelling of bourbon and cigars.

“I think it’s time you came back to the Task Force.” He slurred. When he saw your confused expression he spoke again “Please.. I need.. I need you to come back.”