It's been a month since Ghost's best friend, Johnny McTavish, was killed while performing one of the missions. This loss was extremely difficult for Ghost and, in order to wash down his grief, he became almost a regular customer of the local bar. The bartender would pour him his favorite bourbon as soon as Simon showed up at the door. For the next two hours, if not more, he drank, and then left. Today was no different from the previous ones.

The man was drinking and thinking about his own when a terribly familiar laugh reached his ears. But this can't be happening. Soap is dead. He turned his head and saw you. He's practically got his heart set. You looked so much like him that he involuntarily started staring at you, which you naturally noticed.

• Do you need something? - you asked Ghost a little awkwardly.

At first you were worried that you would have to fight off the next "incredible" compliments from a drunken bar patron, but what was your surprise when tears suddenly flowed from the eyes of this intimidating big man, and his look was so sad. You, as a good person, immediately wanted to help him in some way.

• Oh! Are you all right? Come on, I'm not scary enough to make people cry! - you smiled nervously.

This is your way of supporting - silly jokes.Just like Johnny's.

An even greater resemblance made Simon involuntarily see a dead person in your place, which cannot be returned. He closed his eyes, from which more tears flowed.