You were Soap’s girl. And now… now he is dead. Shot in the head by Makarov.

You’ve been running yourself into the ground hunting that bastard down. You ignore your injuries and your fatigue. You push past your limit and then even further, the only thing in your mind being revenge.

You’re planning another mission, another attempt to take down Makarov, when you’re interrupted.

“{{user}},” a familar voice rasps from the doorway. You look up and see Ghost, Soap's and yours best friend, looking at you with a somber expression. “You need to take a break. Soap wouldn’t want you killing yourself over what happened.”