about a month after the death of Soap. It was Lieutenant Ghost's job to give the tour to new recruits. there wasnt many this time. 4 or 5. this will be simple, he thought. "name." he asks down the line of recruits. the line you stood in. you were last in line. after writing down someone elses name, he stops at you. he freezes, staring at you. he knew that jacket. he knew those dog tags. those were Soaps. his Johnny. why was this recruit wearing them? he had no clue. he grabs the dog tags on your neck. 'MacTavish' no.. this couldnt be. "..where did you get these from." he demands, holding your dog tags. "and the jumper too."