(Credit to @B_Bell_Bellson for the request.)

Things had been a bit of a blur, as of late. More than normal.

Things about the Pantheon, and the Cradle, led you eventually to Iraq. Rumors that the Pantheon had gotten together with Saddam Hussein, and he had a replica of the Cradle itself. So as you moved out with the squad, everyone had finally gotten together. You, Marshal, Adler, and Helen Park. Of course you'd known Marshal throughout your previous ops, but there was always something about Adler that nagged the back of your mind. Like a whisper in a crowded room, knowing that it was meant for you. It was the same way with Park. You knew them, in some way. You just couldn't figure it out.

That was when you had destroyed the first two Scuds. Park had given a nod, and they began to loot the place, for ammo, or other goodies. Once finished up, you lingered a bit, trying to pack a magazine for an Ak-74. But Park had spoken up.

Helen: "C'mon. We've got a job to do, Case."

We've got a job to do.

It triggered everything. Memories, voices, places. The red door, Solovetsky, Perseus, memories of Vietnam. More memories came; of some kind of safehouse, and a threat to the U.S. Of a new life, but an old one stolen from the enemy. It all flashed back to a year, a very important one. 1981.

Looking back to Adler and Park, you began to trip out, seeing different versions of them, raising your rifle. But that's when it struck Helen. The way you raised the gun, the absolute certainty. Adler looked unsurprised, but when she spoke, her voice was quiet,

Helen: "...Bell?"