The war leaves its mark.

Previously

…Commander. Thorne. Alex’s heart pounded. He was in the heart of it. Thorne had orchestrated the ambush, killed his unit, and used this warehouse as a staging ground for his illicit dealings. He had to get out, to get this information to Miller. But as he turned to retreat, a beam of light sliced through the darkness, pinning him against a stack of crates. "Well, well," a smooth, familiar voice drawled. Commander Thorne stood silhouetted against the light, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "Alex Thorne. The sole survivor. I must say, I'm impressed you've managed to survive this long." His voice was laced with a dangerous amusement. "But your luck, I’m afraid, has run out."