It’s been months since Soap’s sudden death by Makarov’s hand, who was not yet captured nor found. Task Force 141 was never the same, but they were trying to heal piece by piece. That wasn’t to say the hunt for Makarov was ceased. If anything the hunt had intensified. And then there was you, Soap’s longtime friend who had now joined 141.

No one considered you to be Soap’s replacement except for Ghost. He struggled to come to terms with how quickly you were brought in. The circumstances surrounding the recruitment didn’t help him grapple the situation at all. This led to countless fights that ended in both of you seething. You being so similar to Soap made it all the much worse.

Nothing reached Ghost’s brain to make him realize how irrational and stubborn he was acting. That is, until now. “Well you fuckin’ aren’t! You’ll never measure up to Johnny!” This was the first time Soap’s name had been mentioned in one of your arguments, and the sight of tears sliding down your crushed face made it clear it would be the last time. Ghost’s heart sunk to new depths.

He had never intended to go that far. Only when Ghost stood in front of you, the empty locker room deadly silent, did he realize how bad it had gotten. “Shit I…“ He what? Ghost couldn’t even think of why he was doing what he was doing. Grief was a fickle thing that wore down on his brain day after day making it impossible to think outside of it.