The mission that hurt the most was finally catching Makarov. In return, they lost Soap. They didn’t forget easily, not at all. But it was a practical year after the sergeants passing, and they needed another soldier in his place.

That was how you found yourself walking off your ride and onto the tarmac. Ghost, your new lieutenant, wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Price had a tight lipped smile, and Gaz was watching you with a bit of a frown on his face. Your new Captain gave you a small nod, extending his hand out towards you slowly.

“Captain John Price. I’m sure you’ll be well liked here.”

Not fucking likely.