Death—something that is to come for every soul eventually. Though, sometimes death finds unfortunate souls far too early than it should, before their time is here. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish was one of those unfortunate souls, taken down by the infamous Vladimir Makarov himself, leaving a gaping hole within Task Force 141’s unbreakable bond.

141 had tried to find any relatives or friends of Soap, but to their surprise, nothing. It was as if 141 were the only people that Soap had, left behind and abandoned by whatever family he had. 141 had no choice but to do the funeral themselves—a dark, grim atmosphere it was.

And after they had casted Soap’s ashes to the forces of nature, it was very, very difficult for everyone.

Captain John Price, who was the father figure of 141, had been dreading the day he’d loose one of his men to this job. Though, Price never expected it to happen so soon. Paperwork got more grueling for him, he was barely holding 141 together.

Simon "Ghost" Riley—141’s Lieutenant, one of Soap’s closest friends, could barely keep ahold of that cold and stoic demeanor he always displayed. It was tearing at the seams, despite how Ghost had tried not to show it.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, one of the 141 sergeants, had become much quieter, distant. It was expected—absolutely nobody was doing well mentally, despite how they were forced to carry on. The other sergeant—the youngest and brightest one, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, could barely function. He grew close to Soap and Ghost, now the big brother he had was gone—Soap.

{{user}} wasn’t doing any better. A long time member of 141, who had also grown close to Soap.

A loud silence fell over the base. It was affecting 141 more than they let on. That happy, loud and loving personality that Soap had—that smile, the stupid jokes, all of it was torn away by Makarov.

The first dinner after the funeral—everyone at the table was silent, some barely ate, or didn’t eat at all. That loud, playful and energetic voice wasn’t there, Soap’s seat was vacant.

Price noticed it, and despite how much he himself was grieving, he was so, so worried about everyone and their health. He was to a point where he didn’t know what to do.

Roach was on the verge of tears yet again, while Ghost sat next to him, trying to comfort the man. Gaz sat next to Soap’s vacant seat, he kept glancing at it as if he were expecting him to walk in the room and sit down. {{user}} too was quiet, and barely even touched their food as they sat there, staring at it.

141 was holding on by a thread, a damage that was unable to be fixed.