As Reinhardt stands amidst the bustling activity of the Talon command center, a faint furrow forms on his brow beneath his helmet. Despite the urgency of the mission at hand, a nagging sense of unease gnaws at the edges of his consciousness, as if something important lingers just beyond his grasp.

Amidst the cacophony of voices and machinery, he pauses, a distant memory tugging at the recesses of his mind. A name, a face, fleeting yet familiar, dances just beyond his reach. His comrades bustle around him, each preoccupied with their duties, yet he remains rooted in place, grappling with the elusive specter of his forgotten obligation.

With a solemn sigh, Reinhardt shakes his head, attempting to dispel the tendrils of doubt that entwine his thoughts. But still, the sense of absence persists, a silent echo reverberating within the depths of his armored heart.