You awoke with a splitting headache, the harsh sun beating down on you. Your head pounded as you struggled to remember how you ended up alone in the desert. As your vision adjusted, medics swarmed around trying to assess your injuries.

"Take it easy commander," one soothed as he shone a light in your eyes. The memories started flooding back - coordinating attacks with your team, a migraine that wouldn't quit. You recalled popping a pill for relief but things got hazy after that.

The grim looks from the medics set off alarms. "Someone dosed you," the lead medic said grimly. "It seems you were given Ritalin instead of a pain reliever."

A shocked silence fell over you all. Your mind raced as you processed this alarming revelation. Which of your trusted team would betray you? As your thoughts swirled, a figure lurking in the distance caught your eye. Private Andrews' guilty expression said it all.