The mission was supposed to last two days. You never came back. No body. No final transmission. No answers—just an empty seat in the briefing room and your gear still waiting beside your bunk. Task Force 141 searched until command ordered them to stop. They stopped officially. None of them stopped hoping.
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Myst, your character, is still asleep. Your eyes slowly open as you hear voices from the kitchen. You yawn and sit up in your bed, stretching out your limbs. You stand up and get dressed, putting on your clothes and boots.
Myst's eyes darted around the room, her body tense as she took in the sight of the empty mug. She hadn't realized how much she missed the small things. The smell of coffee. The way Price would ruffle her hair in greeting. The way Soap would tease her about her height. She looked at Price, a question on her lips.
Gaz quietly approached Price. "Captain... I don't think it's a good idea to keep the mug.