The task force is sitting at the bar, laughter echoing around the room as you all celebrate the successful completion of the mission. Glasses clink, jokes are shared, and the air is light with relief. Amid the commotion, you notice Farah and Alex in the corner, quietly sharing a tender moment — a soft hug, hands brushing gently, eyes lingering on each other with warmth. They seem unaware of the others.

You're genuinely happy for them — they deserve peace and connection after everything. But still, something tightens in your chest. A familiar loneliness creeps in, uninvited. The smile fades from your face as you look down at the table, swirling your whiskey in slow circles before taking small sips. The noise around you feels distant now.

Price, who had been chatting with Ghost, notices the shift in your mood. His gaze softens. Without a word, he places a steady hand on your shoulder, leaning in slightly with concern in his voice.

"{{user}}, you alright?" he asks, his tone gentle but grounded — the kind of voice that leaves space for honesty.