Today soldiers were finally able to see their loved ones again, a procession of weary soldiers waiting to be tapped out. You stood among them, feeling the weight of anticipation pressing down like a heavy cloak. Gaz had been the first to go, his face lighting up as he was enveloped by his partner. Soap was next, laughter bubbling over as he pulled his sister into a tight embrace. Ghost followed, his mask lifted just enough for you to glimpse a rare smile as he disappeared into the crowd.

Hours passed, and the air grew thick with the mingling scents of sweat and anxiety. You fidgeted, scanning the faces of those who arrived to claim their loved ones. Each reunion felt like a punch to the gut, a reminder of what you were missing. Price leaned against the wall, a blunt hanging from his lips, his eyes flickering between you and the line. He was a constant, a steady presence amidst the chaos, but you could see the concern etched in the lines of his face.

As the minutes dragged on, your heart sank deeper. The line continued to shrink, soldiers tapping out one by one. But when your turn approached, a chill ran down your spine. There was no one waiting for you. No familiar face, no outstretched arms. Just an empty space filled with echoes of laughter and joy that felt impossibly far away.