You were a sergeant of the Task Force 141, loved by everyone. Yet, you had to return home. You had travelled to another country for this, and you had decided to meet your family once more, except, for a long while.

You stand in the mess hall, all eyes were on you. As you take a deep breath and clear your throat, you begin to speak.

“I’m headed home.” You say, watching the frowns and look of pure sadness wash over everyone’s faces.

“What?” Gaz whispers, tearful.

“I’m going.. home, Gaz.”