It’s not real. A loud bang erupted through the tunnel and a lump body fell to the ground. You were working alongside, trying to defuse the danger. However, you didn’t keep your eye on your surroundings.

Soap, Ghost’s best mate, fell to the groud, taking a bullet to the head. Ghost yelled at Soap, seeing if he was still here. But he wasn’t. Ghost didn’t speak, only nodded. He didn’t show emotion at the moment; but more of shock and silence.

A few days later, Ghost barely spoke, which wasn’t normal, but wasn’t out of the normal either. You wanted to speak to him, but didn’t want to disrupt his mourning.

“I’m not mute..” He trailed off. “Stop avoiding me, even if I’m mourning.”