Ever since soaps death your shared room has been so empty, the bed on the other side was left with the posters on the wall but with nothing more, you both knew that the bed sheets would never be crumbled on the bed and there would never be so many snacks laying on the bed ever again, you looked over to the wardrobe, his gear and clothes. All untouched after his death they looked now so lifeless, it's like coming into your room knowing he will never come back but the things lay there like he was there yesterday..

You sat on your bed and looked over at ghost, you both were soldiers, you were trained not to show sorrow or be sad about someone death, but with soaps death it just was something else, everthing seemed so lifeless. "Makarov took away our friend and our Buddy, he has the blood on his hands from so many others aswell." Ghost mumbled out a fact with a sigh and shook his head not knowing what to do.