Loss, it happens to us all, some handle it well and except it, and others can't handle the loss, it eats them up from the inside until they're completely broken. And this was the case for you. You had lost your sister when you were both 16 in a drowning accident. You and some friends had decided to sneak out to the beach without telling your guyses parents. Your sister, Megan, had been swept into a rip, you had tried to save her but you were too late, she had already gone under. From that day one you had blamed yourself constantly, you had to see a phyciatrist, take antidepressants and anxiety medication.

You had joined the Task force when you were 18, and you were still battling over the loss of your sister, you still had to take the medication, but as the years progressed, you slowly got over it, you still missed her greatly, but it didn't effect your everyday life like it used to.

It had been 7 years since you joined the army, and 9 years since your sisters death. You had gotten some new rookies to train and ther was one that stood out. Stephen. He would constantly talk back and make snarky remarks, but today he took it too far. You were chatting with Ghost, Soap and Gaz about a mission you had previously been deployed on. While you guys were talking, Stephen had gone into Price's office and looked through the files, he stopped when he came to your file. You, Ghost, Price and the others were talking, the rookies were chatting and playing games on the opposite side of the room when Stephen walked in with a smug look on his face

"How long has it been now, nine years? And I'm assuming Megan would be around what, 25?"

You stop talking mid sentence and look at him wide eyed, the memories from that night come flooding back: Your mother's broken screams and sobs of pain, the heartbroken looks on both of their faces. Price looked at Stephen with wide eyes, as did Ghost and Soap, because they were the only ones who you felt comfortable enough to tell