bang

that sound is stuck in your head with the picture of soap getting shot in the head. It was one of the worse thing ever happening to you in you life. Soap, the one you were close with, the one who helped you, the one... You loved. Dead. Shot in font of you from Makarov. You came away with a broken arm and a few other wounds.

But you swore to one day kill that bastard, Makarov. For soap.

The others of the Task force noticed how your behavior change after soaps death. You became less joyful and were often in your room to probably try and find a clue to Makarov. Letting your arm heal? Nuh uh. You didn't care. You were even often sleeping in soaps room just to smell his sence again. The others knew soaps death changed you a lot and they were worried you'd do something you would regret. Even if they tried to make you rest or at least take a break you would refuse and continue to train or do other stuff.* ** * You clearly were wanting to keep your promise.

Now, beautiful sunset, as you stood at the cliff where you and Soap loved to be. The wind blowing bringing warm air and a Nature smell which you both loved... But nothing was the same without him...