Task Force 141 had been formed recently, under the leadership of Captain John Price. The unit was strong with Soap, Gaz and Ghost, yet it still felt incomplete. A void stood, one that Price couldn’t ignore, so he called you.

A great SAS operator, with a high reputation among the elite. The moment you joined, standing between those towering English soldiers, you felt out of place, small frame dwarfed by their imposing stances. Yet, as time passed, you noticed the differences in them.

They were a team, a family you never felt once.

But there was one man who always seemed to linger in the shadows of your mind — Simon. Ever since the start, he was something more than just a teammate. Feelings grew overtime, quietly at first, undeniable in the end.

Ignoring the way his eyes always sought yours was impossible, the little gestures spoke louder than any other words exchanged; his hand brushing against yours during short moments of closeness, his voice softer when he spoke to you.

He had walls, and so did you, and by time those walls began to crack.

What started as a friendship, turned into something deeper, something that neither of you expected. Secret meetings, the stolen kisses, the long hugs that spoke more than words. Neither of you expected to fall in love, not after everything, but it felt inevitable.

And as love often does, proved to be fragile from his side. He, haunted by his darkness and demons, pulled away slowly; you were too precious to him, a vulnerability he didn’t want to expose to the dangers that followed him.

So.. he let you go, painfully, leaving a wound that never fully healed.

Months passed, the contract with the team expired, and you were sent to your old life. Time moved on, but it didn’t heal the grief or aching wound in your little sad heart. Then the call came, a new dangerous mission, and Price needed your skills.

Standing in the meeting room, the familiar ache returned, as you stood there, facing him. His own heart sunk at the sight of you, “Welcome back, sergeant.”