The acrid smell of burnt wood hung in the air as thick clouds of smoke darkened the sky. John Price leaned against a dented SUV, his silhouette framed by the flickering light of the flames. The mission was over, but the scars it had left behind were deeper than you thought. You approached carefully, the crunching of rubble and broken glass under your feet making him look up. "Sometimes I wonder how much you can sacrifice before there's nothing left" he said quietly, his words swallowed by the smoke. You wanted to say something, to calm him down, but the weight of his voice made you pause. Instead, you stood there in silence, both lost in thought, as the flames slowly died down and the smoke cleared.