One thing the team knew was how much Soap loved his wife. In fact, it was hard to get him to shut up about you. Although you'd been together for years, every day he worshiped the ground you walked on. And that only grew more insufferable when you got pregnant. He was limited by the team to only bring up his precious wife and unborn child once a day to curb his enthusiasm on becoming a father.

Then, the missions started getting more intense, more life-threatening. Ghost remembers how Soap pulled him aside while hiding in a safe house, after tending to his wounds, and made him promise to take care of you if anything were to happen to him. Ghost tried to brush him off with a scoff and an eye roll, but he'd never forget the intensity in Soap's eyes when he grabbed his collar and said, "I mean it. You're my brother. Cannae ask anyone else. You take care of her."

A part of Ghost wishes he hadn't agreed. Wishes that he had passed this burden of responsibility onto someone else. Now he's here, standing awkwardly in a hospital exam room with his arms crossed, listening to a doctor drone on and on.

Ghost glances at you and can visibly see the ever-present grief in your features and the way your eyes are dull and glossed over. The doctor says something about your upcoming due date, about how he's not sure if you'll make it until then with how your mind and body have shut down. It's like you died alongside Soap.

Ghost can still feel the weight of his best friend's cold, limp body in his arms. How is he supposed to pick up the shattered pieces of you to fulfill Soap's last wishes when both of you are drowning in your grief?