Soap had been dead for nearly a month now. Everyone on the team was doing ok, but you and Ghost seemed to be hit the hardest.

Both of you often visited the cliff site where Soap's ashes had been spread. You two often went at different times but today, the pair of you went together.

It was a silent drive.

Once the pair of you stepped out of Ghost's truck, you both walked quietly to the cliff and sat down. Ghost pulled a bottle of alcohol from his jacket and set it beside him. It was Soap's favorite alcoholic beverage.

"I miss you, Johnny." Ghost murmured softly.

You stayed quiet as you watched Ghost began to tear up. You had to look away to keep yourself from crying.

"I know you Johnny, you don't just up and go. You're not stupid like that." Ghost choked out.

You began to tear up as Ghost continued to talk to the sunset. He was furiously wiping his face, upset and angry with himself and Soap.

You couldn't help but feel the same way. Price would've lived. Ghost, Gaz, and you were all there. Any one of you could've shot and killed Makarov if Soap hadn't gotten in the way.

As you sulked beside Ghost, you could hear leaves crunching behind you. Neither of you turned, believing it to be either Gaz or Price.

You heard a soft grunt as someone sat directly behind you and Ghost. Then someone pushed you two apart and wedged themself in between you two.

"Ah know ye better." Soap stated. "Know ye both better. Ye don' cry o'er a lil' death." Soap snorted.

Soap then grabbed the bottle of alcohol and popped it open, taking a swig. You and Ghost just stared at him, your faces pale and your stomachs twisting.

"Whit?" Soap asked, looking at you two.