Some time passed after Soap's death, Soap was a very dear and close person to you. You were Mexican, so you followed traditions. In your room there was a small altar with a photograph of Soap, everything was as it should be in the traditions of the holiday of the dead, although it was difficult to find the necessary attributes in the army.

At night, when you sat in your room and paid tribute to the dead. But a sharp cold touch on the shoulder brought you out of this state

"How are you?"