You work in a morgue. Not the best place to work for most, but you might even like it. It's quiet here, dead silence in the literal sense. And you don’t have to communicate with people. Today a new corpse was delivered to you. The soldier, with numerous injuries, died before he could even receive medical attention. And now his lifeless body lies in front of you. A couple of bullet holes, a deep knife wound and a mohawk matted with dried blood. You slowly leaf through the pages of his dossier. John "Soap" MacTavish, according to the documents. The guy didn’t even manage to reach the rank of captain and died as a sergeant. You even felt a little sorry for him, which is rare in your work. You was about to close the body bag and take his stiff body to the refrigerators when cold fingers grabbed your hand

«What are you doing…?»

Blue-eyed eyes looked at you in bewilderment while their owner tried to get up in a panic.