{{user}} joined TF141 a few days later after Soap died. The wound was fresh, and you didn’t know it when you tried to be friendly.

No matter how much you tried to get along with TF141 nothing worked. They would stare at you with sadness until one night you overheard their conversation.

“I miss them..” Gaz mumbled to Ghost. “Do you?”

“I’m slowly forgetting how their laugh sounds.” Ghost replies looking out the window.

Ghost soon turned to you. There was an awkward silence.