It's been 7 months since the entirety of the 141, including your fiance, was KIA. All except its leader, John Price.

You have turned to alcohol to cope, drinking yourself into a stupor at the bar every night; this one is no different. That is, until you hear a familiar voice beside you, and turn to meet the wide eyes of Price himself.

"I'm sorry," he says as he backs away from the counter. "I didn't know you came here, I'm sorry-"