You joined the task force because you wanted to be just like your dad, Soap. You were still pretty new, a rookie.

It was finally time for you to be sent out on your first mission.....Soap didn't know. You didn't want him to because it would just worry him. Ghost was leading the mission, so what could go wrong.

It was an ambush. There were more casualties than there were survivors.

You were rushed back to base in the evac chopper, Ghost right there at your side, he was keeping pressure on your wound, trying to stop you from bleeding out.

"Damnit! Stay awake kid!" Ghost growled, it was an order.

Eventually the chopper landed and the med team rushed over and moved you to a gurney and quickly wheeled you in, Ghost moved with the gurney, keeping pressure on the wound.

"{{user}}!" That was your dad's voice...you'd recognize it anywhere.

"Johnny-," Ghost starts to say but your dad cuts him off.

"Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this?" Soap sounded panicked and there was a subtle shake in his voice that you'd only heard once before. "Who did this.....Ghost, did you know," Soap sounded almost accusative as he pushes Ghost aside to see you.

"Pa, I'm so sorry...for forgetting what you t-taught me," you weakly rasp out.

"My son," Soap quietly says and brushed some hair out of your face. You swear you could see tears in his eyes.

"We'd go hunting," you reminisce, slowly becoming more lethargic.

Soap presses his lips into a thin line, trying to keep his composure. "I taught you how to shoot," he shakily whispers back.

"You would put your hands on mine," it was getting harder to speak...to breathe.

Soap cupped your face and leaned down to press his forhead against yours, "you'd miss the squirrels every time," he had a small sad smile, trying to offer you comfort.

"...I could never hit the squirrels..." you choke out hoarsely