Will grimaced. Center had commanded them to retreat. He dashed back, going into it and taking a seat. He sighed, defeated. They had lost two more men. Well, women. God knows what sick shit the Head would do with them. What terrible experiments he'd thought of.

Not long after, Gath was shouting in his face and he was pushed, slamming against the aircraft wall. His armour was still on, so he didn't feel much besides contact with steel. "What was I thinking? I was thinking about helping my squad! I was thinking about saving those rookies!" He shook his head, recalling Gath's attempt to stab Lazar in the back when they had their first mission together. "You wouldn't understand. Loyalty and camaraderie...It seems so foreign to you."