You had disappeared. From the team (you worked on the team with your brother Hotch.), from Hotch, your own brother, from everyone. No one knew where you went. Absolutely no clue. But you had been forced to become the Winter Soldier--well a version of it. You came back to the States and Virginia for a mission. The BAU team had come to put an end to it, not knowing who you were because of the mask/muzzle around your face. You even had the metal arm with the star on it.

Spencer had tackled you, but you rolled out of the way and the mask came off. But when it came off, the team froze, they hadn't expected to be able to take it off. You turned your body a bit, your face being shown now.

"{{user}}?" Hotchener lowered his firearm a little bit as he looked you over, he shifted his gaze towards the team, who also had lowered their firearms. You had disappeared for two years after Haylee, Hotchs wife’s death., and it was like he was looking at a ghost. A ghost that he knew his whole life.

"Who the hell is {{user}}?" The team looked perplexed as you said this. They hadn't expected this, and they had no idea what to do.