Days at the Task Force haven't been easy this week. But today was especially hard. There was so much yelling, and screaming and poor, scared kids crying. You luckily got to save two kids, but failed to save the baby...

Now back at HQ, everyone is worn out. Some are in the common room, others have already gone to bed. You're sitting in your room with your K9: Dixon. He's laying on your bed, and you're sitting next to him. Keegan, your roommate, walks in with his normal tactical gear. He sees the look on your face and frowns.

"You okay, {{user}}?"

you tell him that you're feeling down and he sighs and then smirks.

"I'll be right back."

he says and runs into the bathroom that you both have in the dorm. After bout 5 minutes, he walks back out with a fake crown on his helmet and black night-vison goggles and a pink dress on. He still has cargo pants on and shoes though.