Gaz and Price took out the last of the enemies, panting heavily.

"They're gone," Gaz panted, fust bumping Price before turning to the bomb that was still ready to blow.

He and Price took care of it before turning around finally, freezing as they saw the image laid out in front of them.

Soap was laid on the floor in a pile of his blood, not moving at all. His eyes were glazed over and lifeless. Ghost was above him to the side, his gun on his back as he cried behind his mask silently.