All of 141 sits around a small table, grim expressions taking over their faces. Price talks in a hushed voice about the latest mission we are about to be shipped out to. “We may not come back. So don’t expect people to come rescue you.”

Chills seemed to run down all of our backs and everyone exchanged a few glances. This is what we are made for, this is why we’re are who we are.

Ghost’s leg scoots next to mine and I can feel him lay his hand on my thigh. “I don’t want you to goin’.”