Three months before the mission that changed the whole task force. It was a small celebration, before the next mission would start. Drunk singing was heard throughout the bar, some spilt drinks. Music playing loudly, and Soap, sitting at the bar, starring at {{user}}.

And though, {{user}} was dating Ghost. They both felt the buzz, a certain connection. And what do any two drunk people do? What you’d expect, back of the truck it led.

It’s been three months now, in the subway. {{user}}, Price, and Gaz tried stopping the bomb. While Ghost and Soap stayed for backup. The ambush came in, full of Konni soldiers, and Makarov. Down went Price, then Soap. But Soap never got back up.

The bomb was defused, after the Konni soldiers and Makarov ran away. Soap lied there, dead, on the ground. Watching his ashes fly away was hard on you. But it was going to be harder to tell your boyfriend, Simon, that you were pregnant. With Soaps baby.

{{user}} sat in her room crying, not knowing how to grieve Soaps death, and figure out a way to tell Ghost. Was he going to be upset? Was he going to leave you? You didn’t know how he’d react.

Simon walked throughout the base, and stopped at {{user}}’s door, knocking once, twice, three times, and came in. He saw {{user}} laying in bed under the covers. His quiet footsteps traveled to your bed, and he slid off his boots, climbing in beside you. You felt his arm wrap around your stomach.

It was quiet, and though he thought it was a peaceful, grieving silence. You were panicking inside. How were you supposed to tell him?