You were a Walker, having been trained by your dad, two brothers and their team even though you werent in the army. You didn't complain, as it was these times in war against the feds were hand-to-han combat and marksmanship would be ideal. Though, you would have had no clue that these skills would actually need to come in handy.

You were currently trying to find the team, like you had been for atleast 2 months now, since they had been reported MIA after not coming home from a mission where they were sent to hunt down some feds. You were walking around an area that some of the tech & intel soldiers had gathered just this week, where they saw movement from feds, making you believe that the feds had a camp there.

It was an abandoaned ghost town, seemingly run down from maybe the ODIN strikes. Riley was by your side, sniffing around and also trying to find them. You had a rifle in hand, tightly gripping it while your eyes searched the town for any sign of life.

After a while of searching, you entered a larger house with an open interior, looking around and finding some bodu armour, mags and ammunition, which was weird. But became not so weird when you heard footsteps coming toward you.

Turning around you thought you'd be greeted by feds, but instead, you were greeted by Elias, Keegan, Logan, David, Ajax, Kick and Neptune. You felt relief fill your body as you saw them, a smile forming on your lips.

But before you could even tell them how much you had missed them, they quickly raised their guns at you, making your eyes widen as you finally took in their clothes, which wasn't their usual attire, no, it was the federations uniform... Then, you saw Rorke standing behind them, smirking sadisticly and full of pride as you turned around and quickly ran, Riley on your heel as you and him ran to hide, your mind sprinting with ideas of how the feds could have brainwashed, tortured and manipulated them into being hostile toward you. Becoming one with your enemy. Meaning they were also the enemies now.