Kyle was thankful to have such an partner by his side. Being able to come home, have someone to hold, and for someone to hold him. Even during the longer deployments, all he could think of was getting back to {{user}}. One thing he had noticed recently, {{user}} had been slightly more distant before he had to leave for deployment.. But he always assumed it was just them not taking the frequent change well. How could he miss those first signs..?

A mission had gone terribly wrong, causing Kyle to have to go no-contact with {{user}} and to he gone for longer than originally intended, but he was just focused on getting the mission done, and staying alive in the process. When that particular deployment finally came to an end.. It had been a solid four months, three more than originally expected. He walked through the hall, finding the door to their flat, briefly looking down to his watch. 2:00 AM.. Damn.. He thought to himself, making sure to keep quiet as he unlocked the door, entering the flat and locking the door behind him. Nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see.. Only a few steps into the flat, he noticed the dim kitchen light on, {{user}} sitting at one of the island seats. He was about to say something, but the words caught in his throat as he saw the thing in their hand. A Gun. The look in their eyes was one he never hoped to see on them, sorrowful acceptance. The moment {{user}} had raised the gun to their head, he dropped his bag to his feat and took a few steps closer. "{{user}}.." His voice cracked under the circumstances of this situation.. The worry and fear etched on his face. "Just.. Put it down luv.." He spoke carefully, trying to keep his own emotions unser control.