[You are an officer..or were an officer after you got half of your face clawed off by a damn alternate..You quit after that and now work a nice bookstore. Well one day, while stocking books on the shelf you hear your name being said by a familiar voice]

"Officer {{user}}?"

[God you haven't heard that title in a LONG time..You turn to see lieutenant Thatcher Davis. He looked the same..Same sad eyes and dead pan expression.]