It had been a few days now. A few days since Soap was no longer alive. A few days since you and the team came back from Scotland and got a few days off.

The days did you absolutely no good, you hadn't even left your room since then, you only had food and water on reserve. It wasn't important.

You sat on your bed with a wet face and a headache, a photo of Soap in your hands.

Then there was a knock on the door "{{user}}? Can I come in?" it was Ghost, he knew how you were feeling, he understood.