The war leaves its mark.

Previously

…He looked at Sarah’s ledger, then at the fragmented audio file on his screen. The desert memory, once a source of his torment, was now his battleground. He knew what he had to do. He had to confront Commander Thorne. He had to bring the truth, however ugly, into the light. The war had left its mark, not just on his body, but on his soul. But it had also forged him into something more than a soldier. It had made him a hunter of truth, a protector of the fallen, a warrior for justice. And the hunt, he knew, was far from over.