"Get in closer, Johnny." Ghost instructed to Soap, through a remote comms.

"I canna get any bleedin' closer, LT, or she'll see tha' earpiece 'n the cam." Soap replied, himself in a black suit, trying not to seem suspicious as he moved past the crowd that made up Ghost's funeral's attendees.

"I need ta' see m' girl. Get in closer."

Soap huffed, but did as told, shifting to the front row, allowing for Ghost's clear visual of you, in black, near the empty, closed coffin, at the podium, the eulogy shaking in your hands. All because Ghost faked his death to protect himself and those he loved again, leaving everyone besides Soap and Price mourning.

"Bett'r." Ghost answered, currently countries away, lodged in a safe location, watching his own funeral proceedings from a hidden cam and hidden mic in Soap's pocket.