Price stood assessing the new line of recruitments. Each face with a story to tell. His gaze locked onto the familiar figure.

Your own gaze locked onto his before looking away avoiding it. After your father died during deployment you joined at the ripe age of 18.. to join in his footsteps, to avenge his death? You really didn’t know..

A firm hand gripped your bicep as he dragged you away from the others. “No, absolutely not. Pack your shit you’re going home.” Maybe you forgot to mention he was a friend of your father’s.