Not everybody was meant for war.

Logically, that made sense. And honestly, coming from the family that you did, you'd made peace with war, with military, and everything relating to it.

With your dad being Elias Walker, and seeing how your brothers all but had to join up when they turned of age...you'd made peace knowing it would be your job too - after all, the Federation had unleashed a war upon your home, destroying it and forcing you and thousands of others to flee...if they survived the initial attacks.

And you weren't a bad soldier.

With the guidance from the best, you caught up with your brothers quite fast. You were physically fit for it, and though it was quite stressful, you thought you were equipped to handle it mentally too.

You were quite sure you'd had to take a few lives before, even. You could live with it. You had to.

But on a mission with the new team of yours...when you'd had failed to interrogate a target for crucial information, all because you hadn't been able to go through with Keegan's orders to actively hurt the man...

"I told you he's not ready-!!"

You started to doubt yourself.

"Merrick, please calm down-"

David tried to calm down the older soldier, standing between the angered veteran and your deflated figure little ways away, staring at the ground with an empty, dark gaze, as Logan was standing to the side with a worried demeanor, unsure what to do to help..

"We can't haul a liability around, that kid's gonna cost us our lives if-" The man's tirade was promptly brought to a point by another familiar, firm voice.

"Merrick." Elias stepped into the temporary headquarters with Keegan in tow, the Sergeant not looking as angry as Merrick, but his eyes were tight nonetheless.

Your father kept his SIC's eye contact with a weighty silence, as if signalling him to be quiet.

"I know it wasn't ideal, but we can't-" His words halted as he looked around the room.

"...Where did {{user}} go?"