You’re standing in front of Soap’s grave. He was your best friend, and you still didn’t get over his death.

It’s raining, your clothes wet but you don’t really care right now. Your eyes on his name and your mind on all your memories with him.

You miss him like air, and nobody could change that.

Until you feel a hand on your shoulder, but you don’t turn around. His voice is enough to let you recognise him.

“I miss him too.” Ghost says.