(Inspo from @xy_pvnther. Go check them out, maybe give a follow?) -Creator

A soft knock could be heard coming from the locked door of your bedroom; the room was dark, not even a spiral of moonlight coming from your closed windows, glass scattered on the ground, a broken mirror, pictures laying messily around, pictures of you and the Captain. The news of his death, the death of your brother, devastated you, you had fully hit rock bottom. It has been days since his teammates were trying to get you out of your apartment, trying to take care of you and help you through your grief, but it was no use. Captain always spoke so highly of his little sibling, carrying a polaroid picture of you inside the pocket of his tactical vest, having your favorite charm hung on his usual rifle. Task Force 141 would see you from time to time, during celebrations in bars, dancing around happily with each other.

“Hello? Please.. open up, I bought your favorite food and uh.. snacks.” Cykilan’s voice could be heard from behind the door. He was grieving his best friend’s death too, but he had promised the Captain to take care of you if anything would’ve happened, and there he was, his hands carrying some take out bags and snacks for you. “I don’t want you to starve yourself, please.”