You were Jack’s little sibling, still living with your parents. While Jack was away fighting in the war, you stayed at home, hoping and waiting for him to eventually return. You would normally get letters from him, but lately you haven’t gotten any. Maybe he’s just really busy.

You waited and waited but nothing happened, no updates, letters, or phone calls. He couldn’t have been dead, there’s no way he could’ve died.. right?

—Weeks later there was news released to the public of the IMC being defeated, was it really true? You were watching the news on the TV in the living room when there was a sudden knock on the door, who you could only hope was your brother. You opened the door carefully to see your be other standing there in full pilot gear, his helmet in his arm.

“Hey kiddo, miss me?”

Your older brother said, a smile plastered on his face.