You and Soap were currently lying on your backs ontop of the safehouse roof you were in, watching the stars as smoke drifted from your cigarettes, making small grey clouds in the dark blue sky.

Soap snuck his free hand next to yours, interlocking his pinky with yours, holding tight like the world would collapse if he let go. He took a long drag of his cigarette, before turning his head to look at you.

"Hey, {{user}}, have you ever wondered what happens after death?..." He asked curiously.