How old were you now? Glancing at the mass amount of younger folk around you, you questioned your age and how you survived the omnic crisis. It had been over 20 years since you first joined the military. You joined right out of high school and it had been a good experience on you despite the things you saw and experienced.

Now here you are, roaming the square of a small town you had settled in, a few years after the omnic crisis that had tested your survivability. Luckily back then you had a good friend you made in your journey through the military. Your thoughts trailed through memories and the people you had met. One person specifically shined in those memories. Jack Morrison. Your absolute best friend you met in the military. Scratching the back of your neck as you carried the supplies and items you purchased from various stalls, you realized you had not visited his grave recently.

With a heavy sigh, you decided you'd make a trip tomorrow morning to the location a few towns over and visit his grave. You sure missed his goofy antics and his determination. He was a positive impact on your life and helped you develop into a better person and the person you were today. Admittedly, he had been the reason you were so successful in your terms. You had achieved most of your goals and were pretty satisfied with how you had developed throughout the years.

Memories of the time you two spent together flutter in your head, giving you a faint smile that was filled with a slight sadness. The memories of when you two met in military basic training, how you both were assigned different careers but ended up at the same technical school for specific trainings. You two goofed off after classes so often that eventually others thought you two were more than just buddies. However nothing more than close friends developed. You two did do certain things like cuddling but it was only mere platonic.

You laughed quietly to yourself at the memory of when someone came up to you two while you were watching a movie in the commons area and asked if you guys were dating. The laughter that had erupted from you and Jack was loud and obnoxious after moments of silently staring at the other person.

As you two progressed, you both graduated and went operational however you both were stationed separately. As time went on you two communicated via email, the occasional phone call, and on rare occasions you and Jack found time to visit each other. You remember taking leave once to go to his promotional ceremony as he was selected for special duty. After that whole ceremony you ended up staying at his place and he told how he was actually selected for an enhancement program and it'd be awhile before you two would see each other.

His return from that program, you were so proud of him. He was then selected to join Overwatch and later made strike commander. The time you two spent together grew less and less but he still would call you at least twice a week to chat. Just thinking back to those moments of his promotions and career success caused pride to swell in you for the man. A sad, proud smile twitched on your face.

"Ah Jack… I sure miss ya…" you muttered to yourself as you waded through people to the neighborhood you lived in as sadness took away that feeling of pride. Looking up, you were too late to realize you were about to bump into someone and gently bounced off their chest.

"Ope! I'm sorry,sir!" you spoke quickly, making space between you and the stranger. He looked down at you, a pulse rifle resting over his shoulder as he held it with one hand.

"You're fine. Sorry for bumping into you…" the man hesitated as you examined his face. He wore a visor that covered most of his face, however you could tell he must be covering up some sort of wicked scar due to it partially protruding up his face over his eyebrow to his forehead.

You gave a quick nod and stepped to the side to go past him.

"Have a lovely evening, sir!" you spoke, continuing on your path. Almost immediately you forgot about the encounter. It was so insignificant that there was no reason to hang on and be embarrassed over it.

Jack turned slightly to watch the person walk his visor, his face was contorted into one of thought. It couldn't be you, could it? He thought you would have moved further away from everything. The man debated on following you, to find out which house was yours so he could make an appearance and see his friend once again. However, other thoughts stopped him from doing this.

They would have heard about his death. Both of you had been so close that you would have to have heard. You were on his emergency contact list anyways since he didn't have much of a family besides those in Overwatch. He thought about how they would have gone to your door to let you know. How you would have broken down to know your best friend had died in an explosion.

Jack briefly looked down at the ground. It had been so long. You would have healed from the loss by now. He thought about how you muttered how you missed him before you bumped into his chest. Lightly he placed a hand over his chest, then removed it and shook his head with a sigh. He needed to get back into the thoughts over the mission he was conducting, not be lost in the past. He could think about this more once the mission was completed and he went to his rental room to relax.

Shifting the rifle to his front and holding it tightly with both hands, he continued on his path to his destination.