He was dead.

Sean, your older brother, was dead, drug back into camp with a bullet through his skull, Sean Macguire was dead.

When you walked up in confusion, asking why Sean wasn’t with them, Arthur tried explaining to the best of his abilities, while trying to keep you focused on anything but his dead body.

And the second you saw, your heart stopped. The raw, breathless shriek that left your lips was so filled with absolute despair rung in everyone’s ear. Before you were able to run over, Javier’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close from behind.

“{{user}},” Hosea said cautiously, trying to calm you to no avail. You kicked, screamed, and cried, screaming your brothers name. Javier just held you close, his heart absolutely shattering.