"How did you know that?" Roy followed my voice.
I shrugged. "Miles. I learned a bit from him.. Plus it's common knowledge." I nudged him, trying to get a laugh out of him.
"Okay." He smiled, rubbing his neck.
I laughed before standing up. "Well, I'm done my report so... I'll go."
"You don't have to." Roy tried stopping me.
I hesitated and thought a moment. I do want to stay... but.. "Nah I can't, I have to hand my report off to Armstrong." 
"Oh.." He looked disappointed. 
I walked to the door and smiled before leaving. "See you guys later."
I walked down the hall, report in hand. I headed to the exit and walked down the steps and entered the maze of medical tents. I found 'Devlin squads' tent. 
I visited for a while before I made the walk to Central command. We talked about how I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, stay or transfer back. They encouraged me to come back with them.
When my visit was done, I walked to Central command. The building didn't feel as.... threatening anymore. 
I knocked once on Armstrong's office door and entered after fumbling with the doorknob. 
She was still here, though she'd be leaving in a few days with Miles and the rest of the Briggs troops. I had to decide whether or not I wanted to stay or go with them.
I placed the report on her desk and waited at attention for her to speak. She grabbed it and read through it, then handed it off to Miles, he also read through it.
"Are you coming back with us tomorrow?" Armstrong glanced up at me.
"Tomorrow?!" I broke my composure. 
Miles handed the report back. "They're preparing Buccaneers body for burial, tomorrow is the actual funeral." 
My stomach dropped, I hadn't seen him since the battle. No one would allow me access no matter how hard I fought.
"The troops will be brought home but Miles and I will have to return. Our business isn't done here yet." Armstrong stared up at me.
I took a breath, thinking for a moment. "In terms of Buccaneer's funeral, I will be returning. But in terms of staying in Briggs? I haven't decided yet."
Armstrong hesitated to speak for a moment. "...Buccaneer put you down as power of attorney. As next of kin you'll have to clean out his bunk and gather his belongings."
My heart sank. "Of course." And I dreaded having that responsibility. 
The room fell silent and tension sprung up in the air. 
I took a breath, deciding to address the elephant in the room. "I understand that you wanted to protect me." I glanced at Miles. "But that is not something you should've protected me from."
He nodded in agreement. "Of course."
I glanced back at Armstrong. "I trusted that you would lay everything out on the table, messy or clean." My gaze was stone. "That is how you run things, did that not apply to me?"
She leaned back in her chair. "I can't say. Had circumstances been different, you would've found out from me the minute you woke. But timing played a factor and because you had been in his room previously, I assumed you were made aware."
I nodded, satisfied. "That's all I needed to hear." 
I walked to the door, but stopped and glanced back. "Do not question my loyalty again. I have not abandoned anyone." I glanced between them. "I remain loyal to you, and though I may decide not to return home with you, I'd still follow you into hell, should you ever ask me. That will never change."