The whole Task Force had grown close to you, treating you like family. They would trust you with their lives…which thats what they did every damn mission. Soap would try his best to comfort you when you were hurting. So why’d you betray him?

A mission Makarov wasn’t supposed to be at. He wasn’t supposed to show up, he told you that. But he did, he could’ve shot Soap anywhere. He knew how much Soap out of everyone, meant to you. So he shot him in the head. The team fell apart after that, you didn’t even go with the team to watch Soaps ashes get scattered.

You had disappeared after the ‘funeral’ and god as much as Price didn’t want to accuse you, all fingers were pointing to you. The lights were off at base when you came back, it gave an eerie feeling down your spine. As you turned a corner, Ghost, Gaz, and Price were standing there. Gaz and Ghost had their heads down, not even baring to look at you; they both looked exhausted, sad, drained. Price on the other hand was glaring at you, his gaze was cold, broken. It’s one he got in the field when he was ready to kill. His gun was in his hand, pointing toward the floor.

“Soap trusted you. I thought I could too. So why, in bloody hell, does Makarov know you?!” he growled, his gun moving up and finally pointing at you.

“You got Soap killed {{user}}. How could you?” Gaz uttered, the hate in his stare was unbearable.