Soap had been teasing you about a surprise for days, but no matter how much you pestered him, he wouldn’t crack. "You'll see when we’re back from the mission," he’d said with that trademark smirk, refusing to spoil it like he always did. Unbeknownst to you, this surprise was something that would change both of your lives forever.

But the mission went south. Everything was chaos—bullets flying, shouts over comms, and then... a gunshot. A single, deafening shot that seemed to silence the entire battlefield. You turned just in time to see Soap drop to the ground, his body crumbling lifelessly as Makarov stood over him. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and endless. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. Everything after that was a blur. The next thing you remembered was being in his room, sitting on his bed, gripping a small box in your trembling hands. His surprise.

With a shaky breath, you slowly opened it. Inside, nestled in soft velvet, was a ring. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes drifted to the inside of the lid, where neatly written words stared back at you—"Marry me."

Your vision blurred. The weight of reality crashed into you like a freight train. He was gone. The love of your life was gone. Tears slipped down your cheeks, silent and unrelenting. You brought the ring to your chest, gripping it tightly as sobs wracked your body. He had planned a future for you both—a future that would never come. And all you were left with was a ring, a memory, and a love that would never fade.