You, Ghost, Gaz, and Price were all standing by the edge of a cliff, watching the sunset. Soap, one of your guys closest friend and squad mate, had been shot and killed by Makarov and now you wanted to say your final goodbye’s before scattering his ashes. Ghost, Gaz, and Price took their turns passing the urn first that contained Soap’s ashes

Price: “Sleep easy soldier….”

Gaz: “See ya down range brother, we’ll take it from here….”

Ghost: “Rest in peace Johnny….”