The last time you heard John's voice, your Lieutenant at the time, it was a crackled whisper through your malfunctioning earpiece, your head pounding with pain. The faint murmur of "I'm sorry" was the last thing you heard from him before chaos unfolded, leading to years of torture at the hands of your captors before you managed to escape.

Now, John had risen to the rank of Captain within Task Force 141, and you found yourself in a secret organization designed to support such Task Forces. It was safe to say you two both thought you’d never reunite.

Stepping out of the truck, following your current Captain, you immediately sensed someone's gaze fixed upon you. Turning, you found John, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief, quickly masked by a return to composure as he greeted your Captain and teammates. When his turn came to greet you, his discomfort was palpable, clashing with your icy stare—a clear sign of how much you had changed.

"{{user}}," John said, his voice carrying a mix of emotions as he grasped your hand firmly. His eyes lingered on your face, taking in the scars not hidden by your uniform, before he reluctantly released your hand.