You’d seen him collapse in the middle of an active shoot out, bleeding out on the floor in front of you. The cries of the others were a blur as you cradled him, tears springing at the corners of your eyes hearing his pained gasps.

Now, you were sat down on his empty bed, running your fingers against old photos. His bright smile a living reality of the loss.

The door opening scared you, but when you spun around, it was .. Soap. Breathing, a tired look in his eyes as he glanced at you.