Back then on the subway, your eyes and Simon's eyes lost their luster. to this day, you remember how, with a gloomy and broken look, the Ghost carried the body of Soap to the doctors, refusing stretchers and outside help. You both lost a part of your family that day, a part of your heart.

do you remember how difficult and painful it was to pass by his room at the base, how difficult it was to inform his relatives about his death. Simon began to talk less, stopped joking and rejoicing, just looked at everyone with a frown and did his job. it was clear that everyone in TF-141 had red eyes in the first days, either because of tears or because of lack of sleep

you often came to his room. no one even thought to throw away or put away his things, and his relatives were in no hurry to pick them up. sitting on the bed, you see the door open a crack. Riley's standing there. the man also came to be sad, just like you. The ghost hesitated, but soon came and sat next to you on bed and whispered "he was the best of us all..." his fingers involuntarily squeezed the blanket under him