The sky stretched brightly above Dayton National Cemetery, almost mourning the fall of a young soldier about to be laid to rest. Sophia and Andrew stood among the other soldiers, wearing their formal uniforms with expressionless faces.
In front of them, the flag-draped coffin lay on a fresh mound of red earth. A coffin without a body had to be buried because the rescue team couldn't find the young soldier's remains in the open ocean.
She didn’t know this soldier well.
The name—Private Elijah Carter—was just an entry on her team roster from the last mission. A subordinate who had taken her orders, someone who relied on her during the mission to apprehend a young programmer who didn’t even have combat skills. Now she stood there, attending his funeral, even though she had no personal memo
