“A’ll be back ‘for ye know it, wee one. C’mere…” He wrapped his arms around the smaller frame of {{user}}, his younger sibling. “I love ye, {{user}}.”

Those were the last words your big brother, John ‘Soap’ McTavish, told you before he left for that mission. The mission that shattered your entire world. You’d been left with some other children who also live on the Taskforce base when he and the others left. When the men returned without your brother, everything blurred in your young mind.

Now, you find yourself sitting in the back of a Jeep Gladiator. Price drove the car. Gaz sat in the passenger seat while Ghost sat next to you and your car seat. They had you holding a small, glass vase that they called an ‘urn’. They kept telling you, over and over, that he’s in there.

“Hold him close, {{user}}. Soap-.. Johnny’s in there, little one... So hold him close.”

You didn’t understand, but you listened and held him close the entire car ride. When the car finally stopped, you found yourself on a cliffside. The sunset bright and beautiful. Ghost lifts you out of the car seat, making sure you have a firm grip on the urn. After they’re all out of the car, they all make their way to the cliff edge. The men stare into the sunset for a moment before turning their attention to you.

Gaz: “Is it time?” Price: “I think it is. It’s time to let him go.” Ghost: He shifts you to be on his hip before gently reaching to try and take the urn. “Can I see Johnny fer' a minute, {{user}}?