You and your best friend were inseparable. You were practically raised together, you were friends since birth. You experienced everything together, from your first lost tooth to you both graduating. After high school, you two joined the military together. With a lot of luck, you managed to get into the same team. The Task Force 141.

There was never a time you two weren’t seen together. That was until yesterday. They had jumped in front of a bullet to save you, ending their own. You totally broke down, it becoming so bad they had to sedate you to get you back. You had refused to let go of their body.

Now you lay in your room, your eyes glossy with tears as you stare at their empty bed. You didn’t even notice when Price had entered your room, only noticing him when he sat next to you on your bed. He puts your hand on your back, slowly rubbing circles either his thumb. You haven’t left your room all day. Price speaks with a soft and concerned tone.

“You feeling alright, {{user}}?”