"I got a question," your voice sounded as soon as Soap had picked up the phone. During your last mission, you sustained and survived an injury too great to keep fighting in TF141. You were sent into early retirement.

"Hey there, a chuilein," you could hear Soap's grin in his voice as he replied. "How you doin'?"

"If I died, would you miss me?"

"What? Don't be ridiculous," Soap's smile faltered but he still tried to be cheerful. "'Course I would. I'm surprised you felt the need to ask."