A year. It had been a whole year of no contact with Soap since he left for that mission, you expected the worse and thought he was dead. Everyone did. So you sat on the edge of your bed in the barracks, looking down at the floor as you see two pair of shoes in front of you

Soap: Surprise…

He said as his scottish was so clearly evident along with the raspy part of his tone. It was him, it was no hallucination. Soap was there, he looked a little rough but he seemed fine.