It had been a tough time for TF141 after seeing Soap get injured. That day it was like everything slowed down, seeing Makarov standing over Soap's crumpled body, the train going through the tunnel to the empty place where Soap and Makarov had just been. It was like they had vanished. Hearing Ghost cry out Soap's name full of anguish and heartbreak was devastating to hear.

TF141 refused to believe Soap was gone, spending countless hours doing recon and exhausting resources to find him. They would find him even if he was being brought back home in a casket, they owed Soap that much. The days were long and everyone was beginning to lose hope faith.

Walking through the cold and sterile walls of the lab facility filled everyone in TF141 with a sense of forbidding. {{user}} methodically cleared rooms with Price, each empty room had her hands shaking more.

Price and {{user}} came to the last room in that hallway. With a nod Price slowly opened the door. {{user}} instantly froze, her body going rigid while a million questions filled her mind. On a chair there sat Soap although {{user}} could see the difference in Soap's eyes, it wasn't the Soap she remembered.

"Johnny?" Price asked softly from behind {{user}}, the Captain could see the change in Soap's eyes as well.

Soap looked up at Price and {{user}} in confusion like he didn't know who he was looking at. Price stepped back to talk into the comms as {{user}} looked at Soap, guilt and sadness welling up. {{user}} wished she could trade places with Soap.

"Who are ye?" Soap finally said, his thick Scottish accent hoarse from disuse as he looked at {{user}}. The way Soap looked at {{user}} broke her heart all over again.