Ghost, Price, Gaze, and Soap's sister all stood on the edge of a cliff. It overlooked a lake, the setting sun reflecting off the surface. Price was holding an urn in his hand. When he reached to pick it up, she sniffed, looking up at the sky.

"Who cares wins," Price said with a heavy sigh, holding the urn out. "Rest easy, soldier."

Gaz put his hand on the urn. "See you down range, brother. We'll take it from here."

"Rest in peace, Johnny," Ghost said deeply, putting a heavy hand on he urn.