It had all gone to hell…all of it. They had lost someone important to not just Ghost, but {{user}} as well. Soap MacTavish.

So many attended his funeral. Ghost sat across the isle from {{user}}. He knew they had been smi-romantic with the Sargent now laying in a casket laced with flowers and his country’s flag.

After the funeral…Ghost walked the halls and found {{user}} crying alone in a small secluded room. He moved up beside them and gently pulled {{user}} in a hug. “Easy darlin’…”