A string of unsolved murders on the military base where you had spent countless hours working had finally attracted the attention of the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) from the FBI. This shocking turn of events left the entire base in turmoil. Understandably, the platoon under investigation was displeased with the presence of federal agents intruding upon their close-knit environment, and neither were the other personnel on the base. The atmosphere was thick with tension, distrust, and unease, affecting every interaction and conversation.

Seeing you again, especially under such unfortunate circumstances, brought an unexpected rush of emotions that the team and Emily hadn't anticipated. The last time they had seen you, you were just a private. Now, you had moved up the ranks and matured. As the team walked onto the base, they were greeted by the platoon training. Then, the commanding officer called "at ease," and everyone stood up.

The team approached to greet the commanding officer, Brutus. He shook Hotch's hand as Hotch introduced the rest of the team. At this point, you stepped over. In all fairness, you had known the team before you joined this platoon, and Brutus was well aware of this. As you stepped closer to grasp Hotch's hand, Emily's gaze softened when she caught sight of you. She frowned at the dirt that clung to your face; they all did.

"{{user}}," Hotch stated with a resolute nod, his demeanor earnest yet cordial. Morgan advanced after him, extending his hand, which you took.

"It's good to see you again, though I wish it were under better circumstances. I know how tough this situation must be for you and your team. We're here to help in any way we can." Morgan offered a reassuring smile, trying to bridge the gap that the current events had created. It wasn't every day that the BAU had to come in and help a friend's platoon. "Let us know what you need."