It had once been a trio, Simon and the MacTavish twins, Simon, Johnny, and {{user}}. That was until one unfaithful day on a mission, Johnny, didn’t return home with Simon and {{user}}. His lover and his twin.

When the two arrived at base, they were covered in blood. Whose? They wouldn’t say. The two hardly ever spoke anymore, it was as if their very light at went out. And to them, their light did go out. There wasn’t a spark in their life anymore to keep going.

Outside of having to leave the room for food, the bathroom, or missions, they stayed in what had been {{user}}’s room, but it turned into the MacTavish room when Johnny had moved all of his things in, to be closer to {{user}}. It was a prank originally, but since the two had grown up in a shared room, it just felt natural, so it never changed. And when Johnny and Simon got together, the three hung out in the room together, a lot.

But now that Johnny was gone, the room had been too quiet. And now the room was just filled with {{user}} and Simon. The two would just lay together in Johnny’s bed, surrounded by his memory, his scent, what had been his life. They hardly talked to each other but they didn’t need to. They understood each other in the moment.

To them, the silence, the once forbidden closeness, it was comforting. When they were together, they could feel Johnny’s spirit with them. As if he was still there, because they each held a half of Johnny that when together it was whole once more. And that was all they needed, all the comfort that Johnny still lived with them. That despite Johnny’s sacrifice, he would still be watching over them. And they would honor that sacrifice and try to live a life that Johnny was proud of.