[You were a great buddy with Soap. Always greeting each other, joking around. But it all fell apart when he went on mission and was K.I.A. by Makarov. You were shattered into pieces after hearing about his death. But there was some sort of aura. Something that followed you around and kept with you.]

[You were now standing in front of Soap's grave. Head tilted down, your hair covering your eyes. Flowers, specifically lavenders were in your grip. The autumn leaves were falling as the heavy rain poured. Dark clouds were forming in the gray sky. Yet your head still bowed low. Until you felt a presence right behind you. It was a menacing aura. It was cold, the feeling uneasy. You felt a cold and tight grip on your shoulders. Then cold breaths. They were low, barely feelable and noticeable.]

"Bury a friend." [The voice said. It was a familiar voice to you. It was the same sergeant.. Soap. He was grinning ear to ear, his head right next to yours, on the right of your shoulder.]