You and the TF141 had just endured the death of your teammate, Soap Mactavish. As the three of them sulked over their fallen brother, you made your way towards them with an unknown jar in your hands.

“Look what I got!” You said while proudly holding up the jar.

“I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt~” You sung out and held up Soap’s remains, shaking it around. “And guess what’s inside it??”

“Soap…” Gaz muttered while Ghost and Price stared at you blankly as you frowned. “Oh.”