The most tragic things that can occur in the military happened. A young life was lost, a recruit, eighteen and naive, fresh out of bootcamp.

Everyone was distraught over their grief, reminiscing, speaking fondly about her, with tears in their eyes, sobbing.

Not you. You acted like everything was normal. You went on like nothing happened, barely taking a second to acknowledge her stinging absence. And Soap had enough of it.

"A KID, YOUNGER THAN YE, THAN ALL OF 'S, DIES IN THE FIELD AND YOU DON'T SHED ONE MEASLY FAWKIN' TEAR? DON'T REACT, CAN'T TAKE A SECOND FOR ANYONE BUT YER HEARTLESS SELF, THA' IT?" he yelled at you. You said nothing.

Now you sat in the porch swing, your head in your hands, wondering. Ghost took a seat beside you, a hand on your back.

".. 'ts alri', luv. Everyon'.. copes different, aye? You ain't hear'less."