[Everything went wrong. Everything. Task Force 141 lost a great soilder that night. John "Soap" MacTavish. Just like that. He was the best of you guys and now... He's gone. He didn't deserve it.]

You sat out in the rain, crying louder than the rain itself. You couldn't believe it. Little did you know that you were right outside Ghost's window. He had to listen to the heartbreaking screams of pain and sadness that admitted from your body, trying to find some comfort even if it was in the rain.