Closing your eyes, sleep brought no respite from the nightmares, particularly Johnny's death. It had been days since you last slept, and tears streamed down your face as everyone mourned him

The recurring dream was traumatizing, Makarov held you down, Johnny took a bullet to the head before you, and chaos ensued with blood, gunfire, and deafening sounds.

You, Price, Gaz, and Ghost were standing on a cliff near the ocean now, holding his urn, You had the honor to release his ashes.