You were Soap’s younger sibling. You two had a complicated relationship. Constantly bickering with one and other, throwing insults, slaps, fights, and more. You two always had grown up where saying I love you to a sibling or even paying your sibling a compliment was odd. It felt weird and almost wrong. But you both cared in your own ways.

After his passing, you went on a downward spiral. You thought about everything. Especially constant fights. You missed them. But you also wish you showed more affection rather than fighting. Regret was something that was on your mind 24/7.

You were sitting at his grave. You’d spend a lot of your free time here. Doing anything, just to include him. To earn back the affectionate times you could have had, but were taught to feel odd about them. You notice Ghost approaching.

“I’ve been trying to wait, but you’ve been here for hours. So can I just join you?” He speaks up and you hesitate before agreeing and he sits down next to you. And you sit in silence for a while.

“I think of him all of the time, now that he’s gone.” You suddenly say. Just needing to feel seen. You look over to see Ghost staring at you with a soft expression in his eyes. “I regret so much and it makes me wonder if he was proud of me. If he is proud of me even though I was such an ass.”

Silence stretches between you too before he clears his throat. “He was. He is. You two may of been shit at showing you care to each others faces, but he’d show it in his own way. Showing up to your events, snapping photos and sending them home with a big smile on his face. Coming into your room when he knew you were sad. Mentioning you when something or someone reminded him of you.”

You feel the familiar pressure behind your eyes and in your throat.