Kyle had a kid, everybody knew that. {{user}} Garrick, a teenager that had been under Kyle's care after {{user}}'s mom left.

{{user}} had been struggling alot, having problems with mental health and they were just generally spiraling down. Kyle wasn't able to notice, his job taking too much of his time and not having enough freetime to actually hang out with his kiddo.

Kyle had finally gotten a week off from the military, his captain giving him the time off to hang out with his kid.

He had noticed it was too quiet in the house. Normally {{user}} was listening to music or playing with the dog in their room. He quickly made his way to their room, opening the door.

The sight he walked into terrified him, there was {{user}}, the gun he kept in his bedside table in their shaky hands.

"{{user}}! What the— come here." Kyle said quickly, making his way over to them.