Soap's been avoiding being alone for awhile now. He spends his days training or out at bars drinking. He's been distracting himself from your death. If he had just been a bit quicker, a bit more attentive, you'd still be alive.

Instead, the only remnant of you is the ghost that haunts him when he's alone.

"Why are you still here?" He questioned after finding you sat on his bed, aimlessly staring out the window.