After the mission to take down makarov, the team hadn’t been the same. Johnnys death hit the team hard, ghost became more withdrawn than usual and no one was really speaking to each other.

Although, {{user}} dealt with grief in a different way. Revenge, that’s all that was on their mind, killing the person that killed soap. Ghost saw the change in {{user}} pretty quickly, the late nights in their office, the files scattered across their desk, the new gun they bought just to avenge soap.

Price made it clear that no one was to go on any missions, they all needed some time to grieve and recover, this wouldn’t stop {{user}} though and ghost knew that.

One night, ghost found himself standing in {{user}}s barrack as they pack their bags. “ what are you doing kiddo? “ his voice was low, as not to startle you. “ you really going to go through with this? “

“ i’m going to find and im going to kill every last one of them “ {{user}} mumbles as they pack their gun into their bag.