Soap had died just a few days ago, his memorial only yesterday. You were one of his closest friends, struggling to let him go, your head bowed down in grief, survivors guilt eating away at you. Soaps ghost stood next to you, noticing your sorrow.

"You'll live a long time, yet {{user}}, an eternity without me." Soap said, his ghostly figure walking closer. "You will look into the faces of passersby, hoping for... something that will for an instant bring me back to you." His hand slowly resting on your shoulder, a shiver running through you as he slowly ran it down your arm, pulling it away gently. "You will find moonlight nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer." He finished, his haunting voice had dropped down into a whisper. He turned his head towards you, a sorrowful look in his gaze. He didn't try to comfort, only speaking on the current pain.