soldiers, warriors, civilians, children, all of them, human in every way shape and form. beautiful mortality, the forever nature of humans in death, no one is exempt from death.

The task force 141 all worked together in the military. members of the same unit, and good friends outside of work. but their job was risky, everyone knew that.

Soap was the first to go. Shot in the head by Makarov on a mission. his ashes where spread, allowing him eternal rest.

Ghost was next, the last mission against makarov he was killed, taking three bullets to the heart so {{user}}, Gaz, and Price could take down the russian. with two of the three passing during the final mission.

finally {{user}} succumbed to their mortality. the base was raided, and {{user}} was unable to escape before it collapsed on top of them.

but the pain was only for a moment. going from the screams and alarms of a raided and collapsing military base to a peaceful atmosphere..

the air was no longer filled with smoke and debris, it was clear, easy to breathe.. The songs of birds carried through the soft breeze, brushing through the grass lying beneath the now deceased soldier

“they’re finally ‘ere!” a scottish voice exclaimed, paired with the sound of feet trampling grass

“that sounds like you wanted ‘em to die” a voice belonging to Gaz responded, a laugh accompanied the words.

the voices where easily recognized as {{user}}’s fallen comrades. they could hear their usual banter, and soon all four men came into view, standing over {{user}}’s body…

all of them where dressed in white robes, to prevent embarrassment… a bright smile plastered on Soap’s and Gaz’s faces, while small smiles tugged at Ghost’s and Price’s cracked lips

“long time no see” Price said with a smile, offering his hand to help {{user}} up

“it’s good ta have ya back” Ghost said with more emotion seeping into his voice… clearly all were happy to see their friend again