To think one would be standing over the mountains… holding a piece of one of the best soldiers, the man that had a heart of gold, your best friend.

Now stood next to each other in order were Price, Gaz, Simon and you. All hands on the vase that held Soap in.

“Who dares wins… Sleep easy, soldier.” Price dimly reflected.“See you down the range, brother.” Gaz added after price.

Your eyes went to Simon; although he didn’t show that much, you knew deep down how much he loved him, a brotherly love. “Rest in peace, Johnny.” Ghost says as he grabbed the urn, pouring Soap's ashes into the windy crack of morning.