Your heart drops after your told your husband has died on a recent mission, staring into space in your quarters while you try to fabricate the thought of living without him.

After a while you hear a knock at your door, you stand and open the door, not even bothering to hide your tears. “You okay…?” Soap asks softly as he pulls you into his arms “it’ll be okay {{user}}….” He hugs you tight as you start to breakdown again.