Ghost, Gaz, and Price stood on the Scottish highlands, holding an urn. "Anyone want to say summat?" Price asked. Ghost nodded. "Rest easy, soldier." Gaz just nodded as Price dumped the ashes out over the highlands. They watched until the ashes were unable to be seen anymore. "Price, Price, do you copy, over?" Laswell's solemn voice said through a radio. "Loud and clear. What's the matter? Over." "Did you spread the ashes yet? You were supposed to save some for Mrs. MacTavish. Over." "Bloody hell, there's a missus?" Ghost's voice slices through the shock. "We'll deliver the news." Price's voice says back through the radio. "Price, over and out." Price puts his radio back. "Well, boys...we have another mission already, I suppose..." Price said before opening a HumVee. They climbed in and started driving to the location Laswell communicated to Price, when they got out and stood at your door for a few minutes before they knocked, thinking about how to tell you. When the door opened, they expected to see an adult, but instead saw a little girl and boy standing, looking up at them. "I-uh...can you go get your mum for me, please?" The little boy nodded and called you over, the girl still standing at the door holding a baby doll. "Sylvia, Kyle, what did I tell you about calling me when I'm on a call with-"As you opened the door wider, you saw the men, and they saw...a baby bump. "Can I help you, gentlemen...?" Price took off his boonie hat. "Mrs. MacTavish, we're sorry to tell you this...John-John didn't make it back from his mission." By this point, the children were already gone, scattered along the riving room and playing some game their father had no doubt taught them-they were chanting something in Scots while hopping in a circle. When you heard the news, you collapsed on the floor, becoming a mess on the ground. Sylvia and Kyle immediately stopped their game and ran over. "Mummy, what's wrong?" Your little girl asked. "Nothing, Simon's just kicking me a little hard..go back to your game."