Meanwhile at airstrip on base as a C-18 cargo plane is heading back to the US with USMC Lieutenant General Austin Reeves. Cole and Ironwood were seeing the man off as he has two things to do.

Work.

And family.

They had just finished their normal paperwork. Nothing unusual happening throughout the day for once during this whole conflict. The three stop for a convosation.

"So, when you coming to work for the Pentagon, Reeves?" Cole said in a cool manner.

"Sorry Will, Michelle and the baby come first." Reeves said going to a first name bases with Cole. He takes out a Newport cigarette, "See? My last smoke, it's bad for the baby." He said with a rare smile.

Ironwood just chuckled, "That's you, Austin, a regular boy scout."

Reeves chuckles bitterly, "See you later you two." He waves them off as he entered the aircraft.

By the time he landed in Virginia, the sun was starting to fall, he'd have to hurry home to catch dinner with Michelle and the baby. "Life was good. The sun setting on a sweet summers day, the smell of freshly mowed lawns, the sounds of children playing. A house across the river on the Potomac River. A beautiful wife and a baby girl, the American dream come true." Reeves said to himself as he hopes out of his car and to his front lawn. He checks the mailbox for any newspaper or letters and heads inside.

"Babe, I'm back!" He announced as he closes the door and hangs up his jacket. The house was surprisingly quiet then it usually is, maybe Michelle was surprising him. He decides to find Michelle, reaching the hallway, a sign of graffiti had been put on the wall. "What the fuck?" He whispered.

Something ugly had been tattooed on the wall. It was a poison syringe. After observing the graffiti, suddenly the phone begins to ring. Reeves rushes to the phone to call for help.

"Hello, listen, someone's broken into my house, call 911 and tell them it's-"

"Is this the Reeves residence?" The caller spoke cutting him off.

Reeves blinked in both surprise, confusion, and alarm. No but him, Michelle, and the government knows of his residence. A way so that the Ultranationalists don't find his family.

He shook his head as right now his family could be in danger, "Yes, someone's broken into my house and they're still here. Whoever you are, you have to..."

"Good, I'm afraid I cannot help." The caller said ssurprising, shocking, and pissing off Reeves greatly.

"Who the fuck is this?! Who-" Before Reeves could finish his sentence, the person on the otherside of the line had already hung up.

He slams the phone breaking it and rushes towards the staircase. Upstairs sounds can be heard, like objects being thrown across the room. He rushes up the stairs and can hear arguing and a baby's crying. His baby.

Three gunshots are heard being shot throughout the next room. The fastest way to the bedroom was through the bathroom. He rushes to the bathroom door and tries to open the door. Something and blocked the door from opening.

"Please don't do this... Austin!!" He heard Michelle cry out on the other side of the door.

"I'M COMING!!" Reeves yelled as he unholsters his M45A2 pistol with an extend 12 round mag.

Three more gunshots are heard, silence was the only thing left in the house. As Reeves rushes to the baby's room, someone bashes the door open. "I'm gonna hurt you! I'm gonna hurt you! It's coming. Death is coming. You're gonna die!"

The man rushes towards Reeves with a knife but he shoots two rounds in the chest and one shot in the head. He drops to the floor, Reeves walks into the room.

The room had been trashed but the most horrifying thing had happened. In the corner laid the cradle, the baby covered in with a blanket with blood splatted on the cradle. "Oh God... Please God no... No!!" Reeves muttered feeling sick to his stomach seeing his first and only child laid out on the floor dead.

Reeves rushes to his bedroom to rescue Michelle, another man rushes through the door. Without hesitation Reeves empties the 9 rounds of .45acp in the drugged out murder killing him. On the bed...

Michelle lay...

Died...

Reeves was too late, he failed. He drops his gun and slowly approaches the bed. Tears ran down his face staining his service uniform.

He gently picks up Michelle and places her in his arms and screams out in horror, anger, and grief. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

The anguished scream echoed through the silent house, a heart-wrenching cry that could pierce even the thickest walls. Reeves cradled Michelle's lifeless body, his trembling hands brushing over her bloodstained hair as tears poured down his face. His chest heaved with a mix of sorrow and rage, the weight of his failure pressing down on him like a crushing wave.

The room around him felt like a void, a surreal nightmare that blurred the edges of reality. The bloodstains on the walls, the smell of gunpowder, and the lifeless bodies of the intruders sprawled on the floor all screamed of chaos and destruction. But none of it mattered—his family was gone.

Reeves gently laid Michelle back onto the bed, his hand lingering on her cheek. Her expression was frozen in fear, and he could still see the tears that had fallen before her life was taken. His hand clenched into a fist, veins bulging as his body shook with barely contained fury.

"This was no random attack," he muttered through clenched teeth, his mind racing to make sense of the horror. The poison syringe graffiti, the taunting phone call—it was deliberate, calculated. And it could only point to one group: the Ultranationalists.

He stumbled back into the hallway, his vision blurred by tears. He couldn't bring himself to look into the nursery again, knowing the sight would shatter whatever remained of his composure. His entire world had been obliterated in an instant, leaving only an empty shell of a man fueled by grief and vengeance.

As he descended the stairs, his training kicked in. He retrieved his cell phone from his pocket, dialing the emergency UNE secure line with shaking fingers.

"This is Lieutenant General Austin Reeves," he said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Code Black. My family has been... They're gone. My home was attacked. Ultranationalist involvement suspected."

The voice on the other end responded immediately. "General, we're dispatching a response team to your location now. Stay put and secure the premises."

"Negative," Reeves growled. "I'm not staying here. I'm going after them."

"Sir, you need to—"

"I said no! These bastards murdered my family. I'm not sitting around while they're still out there!" Reeves barked, cutting the agent off.

He ended the call, his mind already racing with plans. This wasn't just personal—it was war. He would hunt down every last one of the Ultranationalist scum responsible for this atrocity, no matter the cost.

Reeves strapped on his tactical gear, grabbing his rifle, extra magazines, and a combat knife. He holstered his M45A2, now reloaded, and slung a shotgun over his shoulder. As he moved through the house, his eyes burned with a fire fueled by vengeance.

In the back of his mind, he knew this wasn't what Michelle would have wanted. She would have told him to stay strong, to let the system bring justice. But the system hadn't protected his family. The system had failed, just as he had.

As he stepped out into the cool night air, Reeves cast one last glance at the home that had once been a sanctuary for his family. Now, it was just a graveyard.

The battle ahead would be brutal, but Reeves welcomed it. He would make them pay. He would burn their world to the ground.

And he would not stop until every last one of them was gone.

Back on the FOB, everything seemed normal. That is until Ryan received a call that is labeled US GOVERNMENT.

He immediately puts it on speaker to everyone else can hear and listen, "This is USMC Sergeant Major R. Cooper."

Many stopped what they were doing as when Ryan is serious. Something is not to be taken lightly. Miho who was in the middle of reading looked up.

"This is a message and call to all MACSOG members. Code Black, repeat CODE BLACK." The automatic caller spoke shocking Ryan greatly, but everyone else was confused.

David was the first to speak, "What's Code Black?"

"Code Black for MACSOG members is a code for: Immediate family endanger, transferring to alternative safe location. And that usually happens when-" Ryan didn't get to finish as the automatic caller revealed the family.

The automated voice interrupted Ryan's explanation, its monotone delivery only amplifying the gravity of the situation.

"Immediate family compromised. USMC Lieutenant General Austin Reeves: family deceased. Spousal and child fatalities confirmed. Cause of threat: Ultranationalist attack."

The room fell into a deafening silence as the words sank in. Every trooper, Huntsman, and mercenary froze in place, their faces a mixture of shock, confusion, and horror. Miho slowly set her book down, her eyes narrowing as the severity of the situation dawned on her.

Ryan's hand trembled as he gripped the phone tighter. His usual smug demeanor was gone, replaced with a stony expression. "What the fuck..." he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

Anthony stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "Are they saying... Reeves' family is gone? His wife and daughter?" His voice was hoarse, as though he didn't want to believe it.

"Yeah, that's what Code Black fucking means," Ryan snapped, his voice louder than intended. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is bad. Real bad."

David looked around at the stunned faces. "We need to do something about this. Reeves is one of ours. He's been here for us; we can't let him face this alone."

Miho stood up, her usual calm exterior giving way to a steely resolve. "What's the protocol for this? If a Code Black is in effect, what's our next move?"

Ryan opened his eyes, his expression hard. "The protocol is simple: We protect what's left. Reeves is family to MACSOG, and right now, he's at his most vulnerable. If we don't act fast, the Ultranationalists will use this to break him—and if that happens, we're all in deep shit."

Sienna, who had been silently observing, crossed her arms. "Do we know where Reeves is now?"

Ryan nodded. "He's stateside, but that's not the problem. The problem is what Reeves might do. He's not the kind of man to sit back and let this slide. He's going to want blood, and if we don't reel him in, he's going to do something that'll make him a target for the UNE and everyone else."

Hyena spoke up, her voice quiet but firm. "Then we go to him. Bring him back before he does something stupid."

"Easier said than done," Karma added. "The man's a Marine through and through. He's trained to fight, and he's got connections. If he's made up his mind, we're not going to stop him with words alone."

Ryan slammed his fist on the table, silencing the room. "Enough! We don't have time for debates. We're moving out. Miho, Ironwood, Sienna, start prepping your people. We're going to need all hands on deck for this."

Miho nodded sharply. "Consider it done."

Ryan looked around the room, his gaze lingering on each face. "This isn't just about Reeves. This is about sending a message to the Ultranationalists. They think they can come after our families and get away with it? They're about to find out just how wrong they are."

As the room erupted into activity, everyone mobilizing for what was shaping up to be a critical mission, Ryan stared at the phone in his hand. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, but he pushed it aside.

There was no room for doubt. Not now. Not ever.

Meanwhile back with Reeves as he parked near a heavily guarded warehouse in Richmond. The place looked like a front as he spots from one of the windows of logos of the poison syringe.

He didn't waste a minute as he goes to his trunk and grabbed a duffel bag of explosives and extra magazines for his M16A6 and M45A2.

He saw his phone vibrate meaning he got a call. He saw that the caller was Ryan... he answers it.

"If this is a call to stop from what I'm doing. Then I'm hanging up." He said with vengeance and hatred.

Ryan's voice came through the line, calm but carrying an undercurrent of urgency. "Austin, listen to me. I'm not calling to stop you. Hell, I don't blame you for wanting to burn that place to the ground. But if you go in there alone, you're as good as dead."

Reeves scoffed, slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder and checking his M16A6. "I don't care if I die, Ryan. They took everything from me. My wife, my daughter... I'll make them pay."

"And you will," Ryan countered, his voice steady. "But you need to be smart about this. You think this is just some low-level cell? They've got backups, Austin. Guards, reinforcements, and God knows what else. You go in there guns blazing, they'll take you out, and then they'll rebuild somewhere else. You won't even scratch the surface."

Reeves paused, staring at the warehouse through narrowed eyes. His grip on the phone tightened. "Then what do you suggest, Sergeant Major? That I sit on my ass and let them get away with it?"

"Not a chance," Ryan replied. "You're not going in there alone. You've got a team, Austin. MACSOG's got your back. Just give us the time to get to you, and we'll hit that place together."

Reeves shook his head, his anger bubbling to the surface. "There's no time, Ryan. Every second I wait is another second they use to spread their poison."

Ryan's tone shifted, becoming sharper. "If you go in there and die, who's going to make sure they don't do this to someone else's family? Who's going to make sure your wife and daughter didn't die for nothing?"

That struck a nerve, and Reeves clenched his jaw, his breathing heavy. "You don't understand, Ryan. You weren't there. You didn't see what they did."

"You're right," Ryan admitted. "I wasn't there. But I know you, Austin. You're better than this. You're a Marine, for fuck's sake. We don't fight alone, and we sure as hell don't throw our lives away in the heat of the moment. Now, give me your location and let us help you finish this."

Reeves remained silent for a moment, his mind racing. He glanced at the warehouse again, the symbols of the poison syringe mocking him from the windows.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and reluctant. "Fine. But if you're not here in an hour, I'm going in."

Ryan exhaled in relief. "Good. We'll be there in ten hours, tops. Just sit tight and don't do anything stupid."

Reeves hung up without another word, tossing the phone back into the car. He leaned against the trunk, his weapons ready, his resolve unshaken. Waiting wasn't easy, but for the first time since the tragedy, a glimmer of hope stirred within him.

If MACSOG was coming, then maybe—just maybe—he could take these bastards down the right way. For Michelle. For his daughter. For everyone.