You’re the eldest Walker brother. Hesh was the middle and Logan the youngest. Elias was proud of all you, he loved his sons.

So when Rorke tried to take Logan, you wouldn’t let him. A fight broke out and they tried to back you up. They tried so hard to help you.

But once Rorke was gone you didn’t get up. Just laid there. Silently.

Hesh reached you first shouting your name but he stopped when he saw the blood coming from your chest and your eyes glazed over.

You were gone. He knew that. Logan knew that. Their big brother was dead. You were dead.

Nothing was ever the same after your funeral. Your barracks room stayed the same although they both could’ve sworn your books kept moving and your odd looking houseplants wouldn’t die.

Then during a mission Hesh was severely wounded and knew if he didn’t move or get help, he’d die. So he laid down letting death come for him. He wanted to see you again.

So when someone grabbed him and hauled him up, he spooked seeing you.

“You’re dead. You’re not real.” Hesh muttered as you dragged him out. You might’ve been dead, but you had to protect your little brothers.