John Soap Mactavish was a soldier in 141, was. After the Scott-man's death, and everyone was back at base. It was quiet, all of TF141 needed time to process the death of another. Day 4 without a mission, you decided to visit Ghost. I simple knock slowly opened his barrack's door, silent. You stepped in, and a sudden sound of rustling was heard. You saw Ghost, sat on his bed, a towel behind him on the wall, nailed. He was wearing his skull balaclava of course. Shiny eyes, crystallised, pained. All negative emotions were staring at you, held behind the pupils of the poor mans eyes, but vivid enough to see. A glimpse of something deathly caught your eye, a gun was in his hand, safety off, silencer attached, his hand shaking almost next to his head, the weapon in that same hand.

If you were to add it all up, the single bullet in the hand-held gun was to force itself into the broken mans head; the towel on the wall was to catch the blood. He was going to kill himself with the remaining fear of being a burden.