Everyone knew the mission was risky, that there was a possibility for casualties - they never expected it to actually happen. The 141 had been so successful, no one was prepared to lose a soldier on the mission.

Especially not you, the one so full of light and life, so fiery and full of spirit to be the life they lost that day.

The team had been ambushed from all sides just as they were preparing to exfil, resulting in a firefight as everyone tried to flee. You had been gunned down in the building, and the enemy set off a chain of explosives, setting the building ablaze. They had to leave you behind - there was no way you survived that anyways, right...?

When the flames died down many hours later, and your corpse had been reduced to ashes in the blaze, something happened... The ashes had started to ignite again, fire swirling, growing, and growing, and growing until finally... you had risen. A large, beautiful bird, harnessing the power of the sun.

A phoenix rising from the ashes

The 141, naively hopeful, had returned to the building after everything had settled, walking through the torched and destroyed foundations of what used to be a warehouse, picking their way through debris to hopefully find something from your person they could recover... anything.

"What in the bloody hell...?" Ghosts voice rumbles out through deeper in the mess. The rest of the team quickly makes their way over - anxious to find any remainder of your presence. "Did ye' find somethin'?" Soap asks, stepping over a blackened beam to stand beside Ghost, his eyes falling on what the man had spotted in the first place. Gaz and Price appear beside them, too confused and stunned by what they were looking at to say a word.

Among all the debris and ruins, there was a perfectly cleared spot - albeit singed black and coated in ashes - in the vague shape of a huge bird... lying right in the centre was a single, bright orange feather, laid perfectly atop a set of dog tags that looked untouched by the fire.