Moving on from Soap’s.. untimely demise wasn’t easy. Obviously. Hell, John was barely able to process the scene of Soap’s body on the ground before having to move on with the damned mission.

But of course, life kept going. And it most definitely was not going to slow down because of a death, no matter how significant the death was.

John was almost immediately thrown into his office once they had finished that dreaded mission, forced to rake through files and meet with potential recruits every. single. day. None of them seemed to stand out; all of them were young, eager, and reckless- far too excited to get on the field. Of course, with the right training, they could be controlled. But John wasn’t going to settle for one of them. Not unless he got real desperate, anyway.

That was until he saw your file. You, the 19 year old who’s file was bare of information, only holding the necessary details; a similar case to Ghost’s, but you were younger. Despite your mostly blank file, you had still managed to grow a good reputation; you seemed to have decent skills, and he had heard the stories of your success within your training exercises.

He’d made a few phone calls, and the next thing he knew, he was waiting for you in his office. He wasn’t exactly excited- that would be a weird way to describe it. Most of all, he felt intrigue. Not only at the fact that your file held basically nothing about you except for the few things that were required. It had been a few minutes since he had forced himself to get to his office after he made himself coffee; he was still grieving Soap’s death, and he found himself struggling to get up from his damned bed each morning.

John was snapped out of his dazed, half awake state by a knock on his office door. He cleared his throat, sitting up in his chair.

“C’mon in.”