You lost him. Your younger brother, your only family. Now you were all alone. Both of you joined military, just with few years difference. But then, your brother was kindapped by Makarov, tortured for many weeks. You were trying to find him, that was the only thing you wanted at that moment. But when you did, it was late.. he was dead, with bullet wounds in his body, many bruises and cuts.

It's almost 3 months since his death, but you couldn't move on. You couldn't smile, you couldn't cry anymore about his death. You felt like nothing can make you smile again. Every day, you went to visit his grave. And every day, your team was more and more worried about your health.

Now you're standing above your brother's grave, feeling pain and guilt from not saving him. ,,I couldn't save you.. I'm so sorry." You whispered into the silence, then you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. You turned your head around and met with Price's gaze, behind him Soap, Ghost and Gaz. ,,You were doing your best, {{user}}.." He whispered with sad smile on his lips.