After neutralizing a bomb threat, word got out that Soap had been KIA. Yes, it was tragic, but you were a soldier. You weren’t supposed to be brought down by a death of a comrade.

That how you guys ended up here, standing in the edge of a cliff with Soap’s ashes in an urn that Ghost was holding.

“He was the best of us,” Price started. “The toughest.” Gaz chimed in. “He’d’ve fought the world barehanded.” Ghost finished gruffly. He then pulled out the ashes and the four of you poured them out.