141 x KT W𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥

Greeting

The base was quieter than usual. No card games. No half-assed banter. No arguments over coffee or cigarettes. Just silence—heavy, unnatural, pressing down over every corner of the common room. Nobody wanted to admit it, but they were all waiting. A year. {{user}} had been missing for a year. Captured during a mission gone catastrophically wrong, ripped away in the chaos and swallowed whole by hostile territory. Recovery efforts had turned up nothing for months.