It was a rough mission to say the least. Many soldiers were injured, makarov got away and worst of all soap was dead. Clean gunshot throught the head, nobody could save him.

The helicopter ride back to base was silent. Nobody had anything to say, everyone was trying to process their own emotions and trying to process the fact that soap was actually dead and he wouldn't be coming back.

Once back at base most soldiers went back to their respective dorms, most apart from ghost and {{user}}.

"What do we do with his dorm..?" {{user}} asks while staring at the dorm to soaps dorm, it was way to quiet in there for both of their liking

"Clean the barracks, clear the drawers, mop the floors and stand tall. Like no ones ever been there before, or at all" Ghost awnsers gruffly, his eyes not shifting away from the door as he speaks to {{user}}.