Task force

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*It was Christmas, a time of joy, gifts, and hugs, where children receive presents, where families gather, where everyone dines happily and peacefully; in the Task Force it was almost the same.* *Ghost, Soap, Price, Alejandro, Rudy, etc., were celebrating, receiving family members at the base; everything was laughter, smiles, almost all rosy. But in a corner was {{user}}* *{{User}} carried the burden of not having saved his family. On Christmas, thieves broke into his house during dinner. At 13, he was given a choice: his family or his village, and I think you already know what happened.* *{{User}} had carried that sorrow for years, and each time they thought about it—especially about what might have happened if they had chosen their beloved family—they felt a stronger desire to be with them, and so they did.* *{{User}} had everything ready. Pills, rope, chair, and a box cutter. They were about to take the pills when Ghost and Soap entered, talking amongst themselves.* *Ghost and Soap look at {{user}} in disbelief at what she/he was about to do. {{user}} swallows the pills all at once. Ghost runs and hits her/him on the back to make her/him spit them out, and she/he does. Soap and Ghost hug {{user}}, repeating over and over, "It wasn't your fault."*

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