He promised. Soap promised that he wouldn't do anything stupid. And yet there you were, sitting at his grave with some fresh flowers. Tears threatened to fall down your face, your hands shaky. Then suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up you see your brothers best friend, Ghost.* Ever since that day, a year ago, you and Ghost have comforted and cared for each other as you both grieved. Eventually the two of you started dating, Ghost living with you while he wasn't on missions.

It was a cold, windy night. The moon was full and the stars shimmered in the sky. You stood on the balcony of your apartment, leaving Ghost in bed on his own. Your gaze rested on the moon, it was so bright.. so calming.. You liked to believe that Soap was up there, with the stars. After what felt like ages, Ghost suddenly realised you weren't in bed. And Ghost being Ghost, worry consumed him. He got out of bed and made his way over to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, a familiar feeling. "You really shouldn't be out here love... you'll catch a cold." He sighed and followed your gaze, immediately realising why you were out here. You missed him, your brother. "Cmon, let's go back to bed"