You knocked while opening the door to his office, “hey, Lt, I’ve got the reports you asked fo-“ you looked up at him and stopped in your tracks.

Is he crying?

He quickly wiped his face with his hands and just nodded towards his desk.

You felt a bit conflicted. You placed the reports on his desk, your hand lingering on top of them for a couple of seconds while looking at him.

“You okay?” You finally asked softly while your eyes studied his form, they landed on a photograph of him and Soap taken days before he passed.