You and TF141 gathered for the funeral of a member who, despite their past actions, had left a significant impact on the team. The atmosphere was somber, filled with mixed emotions as everyone paid their respects. Price, taking on the role of leader, turned to you and said, “Say something, {{user}}.”

You took a deep breath, preparing to offer your words of solace. “I wish you well,” you began, trying to maintain a respectful tone.

Ghost nodded in agreement, “That’s goo—”

You cut him off with a sharp edge in your voice. “In hell.” You laughed, The unexpected twist left a lingering echo of dark humor in the air.

Soap, who had been struggling to keep a straight face, couldn’t hold it in any longer. He started wheezing with laughter, “She’s not wrong.”

Alejandro, always one to appreciate a bit of levity in tense situations, chuckled softly.

Gaz’s jaw dropped in disbelief, taken aback by your such.. blunt response..

Price, meanwhile, stood silent, his expression unreadable as he processed the unexpected turn of events.