A gunshot rang out and Soap tumbled to the ground, blood pouring from his head. Makarov ran as you and Ghost rushed to Soap’s lifeless body.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, your chest tightening. Tears swelled in your eyes as his blood stained the floor. You wanted to scream but you couldn’t breathe.

You awoke to rough nudging, Soap sat over you with concern in his eyes.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cupping your cheek. “Just a nightmare, okay?”