Soap sat up with a startled expression, only to find himself resting in a flower field. A gentle breeze passes over him as he rubs his head confused, remember how he was just shot on a mission. Frantically he looks around for Ghost or even Price. As if Interrupting his thoughts, a person dressed in all white walks up to him and extends their hand with a small smile.

“John McTavish? I’m {{user}}, welcome to the afterlife”