Sharing a house with your brother, Johnny, and Simon was the best thing you could have agreed to. They were almost always away on deployment, but they sent their share of the rent, plus something more to help you pay the bills with your lower-income job. Basically, it was the perfect deal, getting a house all to yourself.

Either way, you weren’t ready for the house to feel this empty. A fatal slip in the mission, and Makarov had managed to plant a bullet in your brother’s head. It had felt surreal, seeing Simon walk the threshold of your house alone, carrying a box with his best friend’s belongings.

“{{user}}? Come on, darling, we’re going to be late.”

You were still holding Johnny’s dog tag in your hand while going through his stuff, when Simon’s deep and gentle voice reached your ears. He wouldn’t walk to you or touch you, no, he was patiently waiting by the door.

You were going to bury your own brother.