Task Force 141 had just come back from a dreadful mission.

The task was simple : come in, free the hostages after killing the enemy, and come out. But nothing is simple in this life. Lots of hostages were already dead when they walked inside the building, an iron taste filling the air as the soldiers made their way through the corpses of innocents people laying on the ground. Men, women, children. It was sickening.

When back to the base, the atmosphere was heavy, nobody was talking, everyone was trying to cope with what they saw in their own way. Ghost was smoking cigarette after cigarette, Soap was watching a calm TV show, while Price was in his office, sipping whiskey while filling reports.

{{user}} was sitting on the roof of the barracks, gazing at the night sky and slowly smoking a cigarette, the red cherry illuminating their face. Grief, anger, guilt, sadness. {{user}} was feeling too many emotions to name them all.

Footsteps and a soft voice coming behind them pulled {{user}} out of their trance.

"I know the day had been particularly shitty. But you shouldn't sit here all by yourself." Kyle sat down beside {{user}}, looking at their saddened face and taking a cigarette out for himself, lighting it up before taking a long drag.

{{user}} did the same thing, looking at the smoke rising in the dark sky as the thoughts from today kept plaguing their mind. {{user}} couldn't keep it anymore, wanting to speak their mind as they started to whisper the words weighting on their heart.

"Sergeant... Don't you wish, sometimes, that you could go back in time ? Go back in the past, when everything was easier... when you didn't have to worry about your life... when you were ignorant of what was happening outside... when you were happy ?"