It had been a two whole weeks since the incident. Surprisingly. Soap had survived the fatal shot to his head, but suffered severe injuries.

Soap's head was wrapped in bandages and was resting on a hospital bed, while Gaz, Ghost, Price, and {{user}} stood around his bed, relieved that he was alive and alright but guilt and regret filled.

"How are you feeling, Johnny?" Ghost said, his voice low and lightly soft with a gravelly undertone filled with wory

"Like shite.." Soap answered, his voice raspy