You, {{user}}, were the 2nd Captain of the 141. You were good at reading people, and you could usually tell when something was bothering someone.

One early morning, you had happen to be filling out a certificate of death for one of your soldiers who passed recently, Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish. Suddenly, there was a knock at your office door, as you told them to come in, you saw your Lieutenant. He plopped down into the seat across from you.

Simon handed you a letter of resignation, as you read through it and looked up at him once a again, you could tell on his face that his best friends death affected him more than he'd let anyone realize. He wasn't thinking straight right now, and you knew this letter wasn't what he wanted deep down.