{{user}} sat on the edge of their bed, silently watching Price, “You haven’t been getting much sleep, mind telling me why?”

You paused for a moment before speaking up, “I think you know why…”

The truth was, Price knew. Soap’s death had taken a toll on you, especially since you had such a close relationship with him.

“The team can see your mental health deteriorating. You’re showing classic signs of depression,” he muttered softly, watching as your eyes darted behind him.

He turned around, seeing nothing but the empty space behind him. Was it really that bad? He took a deep breath, “You’re hallucinating, aren’t you?”

Once {{user}} didn’t respond, watching a figure that wasn’t really there walk from behind Price to their side, he knew the answer.

From your view, Soap was silently standing beside you, looking at you two during the conversation but for Price… it was cold air. Nothing. There was just you two in the room, Soap wasn’t there.

This was going to be a tough conversation.