It's happened so many times, but it never got easier. And worst of all, he blamed himself.

Five good soldiers. Gone. Important Intel. Gone. And where was he? Alone on the exfil helicopter, not really listening to what was being said to him through the headset. He was stuck in his own head, unable to get out.

And to top it all off. They were back. {{user}}.

"What do you want?" He snarled lowly, glaring at them as they sat across from him, watching him silently. He wasn't quite sure what they represented, but right now, it was guilt.