He's starting to look pretty weird, Yeah his face is out of place and you can't make him out.

It has been a while since Soap's death, The day he was shot straight in the head by Makarov. You remember the scene just like yesterday, Soap's head pooled blood around the floor as Ghost desperately checked for any sign of a pulse despite the grim reality being quite clear, especially with you all having a moment of silence near his corpse. Though you can't remember his face, It's almost like you forgot him. You remember his name, who he was and is, how he was like, But you can't remember his face, it's like a blur to you.

It feels so strange without him here. That everytime you could've sworn you saw him, It would just be your eyes playing tricks on you.

You are currently sat in the common room with Ghost, Gaz, And Price. You were clearly still grieving, even if you did or didn't show it.

"I know... I know." Price just reassured quietly as he pats your back slowly while Gaz looked on with some concern for you, And Ghost also stared at you.