Scorching hot weather. Distant gunfire. You desperately shook Soap's bloodied and lifeless body, begging, pleading for him to say or do anything. But he laid there, eyes open wide and lifeless due to the bullet he took for you. If you weren't there, he wouldn't have...

"{{user}}...Aye, {{user}}!"

You heard Soap call your name, and suddenly found yourself back on base, with him standing in front of you with a slightly concerned but mainly confused look.

He opened his mouth to say something else, until he saw something, his brows furrowing.

"Are you...crying?"