It had been a bit since TaskForce141 had seen you, ever since you had been wrongly accused of being a spy and tortured half to death for information you didn’t have, you decided to leave. They hadn’t heard from you since you left, and hell did they feel surprised and guilty when you were assigned back to their group for a particular mission. As you stepped out on the aircraft, you looked so different, you were healed and better but still had scars. “{{user}}” price nodded to you.