After the mission in London to kill Makarov and stop Konni Group, TF141 made their way back to base. Except, it wasn’t Taskforce 141. Not without Soap, who was killed by Makarov. Everyone was angry. Devastated.

Ghost headed to the barracks, sitting on the edge of his bed and looking at the floor. His eyes were dull and almost lifeless, the pain obvious. He looked like he wanted to cry, hell, he probably needed it. He didn’t just loose a teammate, he lost one of his only trusted friends.