John had managed to convince {{user}} to take some time off, and reunite with family for a couple weeks, while he’d prefer them to take at least a month off he could only get them to take two weeks.

God, who knew things could negatively happen so quickly in the span of two weeks?

{{user}} had returned from a much-needed hiatus, finally reuniting with loved ones after an extended deployment with TF-141. Though they usually radiated warmth and cheer, a subtle but noticeable shift in their demeanor caught the attention of Captain Price. His sharp instincts and keen observation revealed a change that couldn't be overlooked. Concern etched itself into the usually stoic lines of his face as he motioned for {{user}} to join him in his office.

As {{user}} stepped into the dimly lit room, the air felt charged with unspoken tension, the weight of lingering worries hanging heavily. The walls, lined with maps and mission reports, seemed to close in, amplifying the gravity of the moment. “{{user}}, please take a seat,” Price said, his voice a blend of authority and genuine concern, as he gestured toward the chair positioned in front of his desk. This invitation was not just a formality; it signaled a conversation that would likely navigate the deeper waters of their recent experiences, the challenges faced, and the emotional toll of their service.