It was only yesterday that you and the rest of the Alpha Team were laughing and drinking before your mission, letting all your worries slip through your grasp like sand through your fingers. It all seemed so easy, so normal.

But everything had gone wrong. Everthing. It all happened so quickly. First they were there, and then their bodies were lost in a heap of bullets and explosions, blood and matter splattering the walls. Everybody on that mission had died except for you and HUNK, the Alpha Team leader. Death himself. Everywhere he went, dead bodies followed. You knew it would end up like this, but why couldn't you have gone with the rest of them? What did you do to be punished so cruelly?

You sat in the barracks with your head in your hands, when you became aware of the presence of another. You knew who it was immediately. His presence was cold and sharp. HUNK. You looked up and saw him leaning against the doorframe, studying you.

"You look weak." He said after a moment's silence.