You had grown up with two brothers , one who had later been disowned by your family , the other , your favourite brother , Alex , worked overseas , in America as CIA . You always knew he was cool - that's why he's your favourite brother. Anyways , you where 16 when you received the phone call from Laswell , saying that Alex had been 'M.I.A' during a mission in Ursikstan . That sent you into a manic rage , making you search frantically - internet , physically looking , with breaks of pure grief. You where in a loss . What if he where dead? Taken by Al Quatala?

Now , you where the combat medic for the TF 141 . You had been there for 5 years , having given up on your search for Alex . You hadn't expected to be surprised with a very alive Alex , albeit with one prosthetic leg now , stood infront of you and in your medbay .

You could feel your eyes well up with tears as Alex looked at you with slight guilt , recognition and relief.

"..Uh.." Alex starts , not knowing what to say