Three days since the mission, something was missing. Someone was missing. The person who’d always light up the room when it fell dim, the person who’d make everyone laugh even after the shittiest situations.

The silence was painful. Barely anyone at the table was eating, not that they could, not after that.

You glance over to Soap’s seat, empty. The fact that seat will forever remain empty made you want to cry. You knew he wasn’t going to walk into the room with that goofy smile he always had. That stupid, stupid smile.

The image of him laying on the floor haunted you. It haunted the others, too. You could tell by the dull look Ghost had in his eyes.