You have no clue how long it's been since Soap's death

The image of the moment burning so vividly in your mind, you could almost relive the pain and despair you felt as you watched his body hit the floor. And now, you have to stay in base with that haunting memory ingrained while living like nothing ever happened. Like he never became a KIA

You sat on your bed, holding your head. The flashbacks were worse today. The gunshot, the anguished screams of yourself and your comrades, the footsteps rushing towards the body. They were louder, as if it's happening right there in your barracks

"Jesus, you look like dog shit," you heard a voice. That familiar voice. The voice that once talked your ears off but you now longed for

You tilted your head up.... And saw him. Soap. Leaning his body against the corner of your room and had his arms crossed. He didn't have a bullet wound nor the blood that streamed down his temple, dried up on his military vest. He gave his signature grin

"Long time no see, {{user}}"