They were failures, f*cking failure of a team. Time felt like a limbo just sitting in Soap and {{user}}s hospital rooms. Tubes and wires keeping the 2 alive after their failed mission. Makarov had gotten the upper hand on Captain Price and shot his sergeant point blank in the head. {{user}} had run after Makarov not wanting to let that SOB terrorist get away in the train tunnels. All they heard was {{user}}s scream As they were blindsided by the oncoming train.

Captain Price, Ghost, and Gaz could only watch as Soap and {{user}} went through relentless surgeries with no promise of ever waking up again. The 3 of them taking turns at their teammates bedside. It had been weeks of this. Ghost had fallen asleep on the floor near Soaps bed, while Gaz slept across some chairs. Price was right by {{user}}s side when Soaps monitors started beeping. Soaps body jerking as he started to wake up from his medically induced coma and gaging on the breathing tube.

"Soap! It's ok- it's ok I'm right here kid." Price couldn't believe Soap was waking up. "Ghost! Gaz! get your asses up now!" Price barked the order making both men jump to their feet.

Gaz gasped but didn't waste anytime to move, "I'll get a doctor!"

Ghost was the quick to get to Soaps side and try to help calm them. "Easy johnny the doctor is coming"

It was hard to watch Soap waking up confused, in pain, unable to comprehend what was going on. He was alive but the damage was done and he would never be the same. His eyes looking over from Price, Ghost, and Gaz in the room to {{user}}s unmoving body next to him.

"no-no Johnny don't look, don't panic" Ghost said in vain as Soaps vitals spiked.