The team is gathered around a table, looking somber in a post-op debriefing room. Ghost stares at a barely-touched cup of tea, Price is pinching the bridge of his nose, and Gaz is muttering something about "gone too soon." Suddenly, the door slams open startling all of you causing you to look up.

Soap steps into the room, arms outstretched dramatically, like he's just conquered death itself. "Hi. It’s me. I’m not dead, which is an awful surprise considering how many people wrote my obituary yesterday... preemptively, in case I did die" he says in a cocky tone that turns a little spiteful as he starts pointing at each of you.

"But I didn’t! So suck on that—" he continues. You're all just...speechless.