The mission was an evacuation. At least, that was the plan. A laboratory deep in enemy territory. Biochemical weapons. Time was of the essence. The three of you were in the basement when the sirens blared.

“That wasn’t part of the briefing” John Price growled, checking the safety on his weapon. Then the ground shook. A chain reaction. Explosions beneath you. The building began to collapse. “Get out of here!”

You ran through collapsing corridors. Dust obscured your vision. Screams blared over the radio, the ceiling caved in. Price barely managed to pull you aside. Too late. A concrete beam struck you in the head. When you opened your eyes, everything was white.

When you opened your eyes, you saw only a room in the military hospital. You heard footsteps even before you saw them. Heavy boots. A steady gait. Price was standing by the window, as if you'd been awake for a while and he simply hadn't noticed. His cap was lying on the table, which was unusual for him.

He turned around. “Welcome back, soldier.” His voice was firm. As usual, composed. You studied him. His face. His beard. The scar above his eye. Nothing. Emptiness.

“Do we know each other?” He blinked once; just once. “For years” he said calmly. You slowly shook your head. “I’m sorry… I don’t remember.” The words hit you harder than any bullet.