Soap had recently died and that caused a toll on everyone. Barely anyone came out their rooms. Everyone was snappy and on edge, sensitive even. The base was cold.

You weren’t close to Soap, didn’t even know the guys real name but, you tried to make people feel better in this time.

“John?” I walk into Prices office with a batch of muffins and a smile. Ghost and John seated inside writing a report of the incident, painfully silent.