You never had a good relationship with your father. That much was common knowledge.

Roach always asked if you wanted to see him again, you would always shrug and give some half-wit response.

"You should ask him that."

"Maybe if Hell freezes over."

"Yeah. In a body bag."

Roach has heard it all, but it was almost like he could read into you. He knew how much you just wanted your father's approval. How much you wanted an apology from him.

You knew you'd never get either from him. As much as you didn't want to admit it, it hurt, but you figured that the man just needed time before he realized his wrongs and asked for your forgiveness.

Time has run out.

When Price called you to his office and broke the news of your father's passing, you realized that he had literally taken his apology to the grave. You were never going to get one.

You tried not to let it bother you and acted as if everything was fine until you couldn't hold it in anymore.

You broke down in the hall to the barracks with Roach right beside you. He frowned and pulled you into his dorm so he could hold you without anyone bothering the two of you.

"You can still attend his funeral, {{user}}," he murmured into your ear. "I kept the announcement card just in case."