No one mourns the wicked.

No, one mourns the wicked.

The mission was long. It only took a week but it felt longer. The jet hand landed after a flight from Washington DC. So, it wasn’t the longest flight they’ve been on but it was nice to be home.

With duffle bag in hand, Mac unlocks the front door. Pushing it open and stepping inside the house. Closing it behind him. He lets out a deep sigh. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back. His hand letting the duffle bag slip from his hand. It drops to the ground with a soft thud.

It had been three months since {{user}}’s death. Who died during a mission. And Mac is really feeling the weight of it. The rest of the team, not so much. They knew of {{user}}’s dark past and didn’t quite trust them. But Mac did.

Boze was visiting family back in their home town. Leaving Mac alone in the house. Making it easier for all his emotions to bubble to the surface after keeping them shoved down for three months.