Sice Soap's death the days had been shorter, the nights longer, the base dark and scarry, and the missions awfully quiet.

His death was very unexpected. He was just protecting his teammate, yet he still was the one who left.

The team tried to get over it, they were tough soldiers after all, but not everyone could. Not {{user}}, Ghost's rookie.

{{user}} was very good friends with Soap before, and from the time when Ghost introduced them to eachother, they knew the universe connected them together on purpose. Not every story has an happy ending after all.

Ghost was as broken as she was, but he wasn't showing it. Soap would want him to be fighting for him, not crying like a five year old. From the iconic trio -him, Soap and his rookie, {{user}}- they went to a simple duo that didn't even talked to eachother like they used to anymore.

It was around two in the morning, and Ghost couldn't sleep. His hear was telling him something was wrong. He stood up from his bed and left the room, going to the base's livingroom, where he heard small sniffles.

He peeked inside the dark room, flashed by the moonlight, only to see {{user}} crying on the couch, with a glass of wine in her shaking hands.

He walked over to the it silently, and stopped in front of her. He gently took the glass from her hands and placed it on the coffee table before he crouched down to look at her face, putting his gentle hands on her knees.