a mission gone wrong. You, price, Gaz and ghost stood atop a hill, admiring the sky, painted a gorgeous orange and red. There soap lay, in his grave.

he didn't make it.

'Sgt. John 'soap' mactavish' 'a fallen soldier, forever in our hearts.'

price was thinking as his eyes locked onto the sky, painting the atmosphere with purely coloured clouds. The sun shon onto your uniforms, casting an orange glow. Ghost was shedding a tear. You stood next to Gaz, your hands behind your back.