How did it come to this?

Just a few minutes ago, you were seated on the couch, patiently waiting for Soap to come home when someone knocked at the front door. Soap? No, he would've just opened the door—unannounced, like a surprise.

Upon opening it, you saw a man, Soap’s Captain, John Price, presenting a small, brief smile. That was until it faded.

He sighed, “I’m… truly sorry,” he spoke. What? Sorry? Puzzled, your brow furrowed as the man offered his hand—Soap’s dog tags.