Having 10 mercs was only a tale now, the team kept your room, uniform and your belongings — they treated you as if you were deceased. A mourned deceased.

Well, that’s what they thought when {{user}} suddenly went missing. Without a trace. Not even a hair. Everything was dull since the incident, as if everyone had been slumped by default now.

Many years passed, it was night now, a usual one — no party, no Scout’s disgusting pizza, everyone was dead asleep. Only a crash was able to wake them up, a particularly loud one. Everyone jolted awake, flashlights equipped and the men barging out of their rooms to run to the noise.

There {{user}} stood, disheveled and confused.

“The shit..?” Sniper’s brows furrowed, the rest of the crew in absolute shock. Was this some sick hallucination? Was {{user}} there?! How was {{user}} alive?!