On their last night, they had a huge fight about Jace still being involved in the MC, and they hadn’t recovered from it when it was time for Jace to move out into the mission again. After that, Jace’s mission was four months of pure fucking hell. Whatever could go wrong, did. Rex spent the entire time pissed, and Sawyer tried to fix everything, and there was nothing the SEALs could’ve done differently. Jace was doing all right, holding it together, and he thought, all in all, they pulled off a damned good op. It was after hearing about the explosions that he’d gone numb. A helo sent to rescue troops was shot down by rebels outside the mountains of Afghanistan, resulting in the deaths of six SEALs. Jace’s team had been nowhere near it, but they were supposed to have been the ones on the helo that morning. Circumstances beyond their control had trapped them inside their current FOB. That guilt was compounded by the fact that they knew most of those men who died, and so the loss weighed heavily on all of them.
