You move slowly, towards Ghost's office, the air thick with an unsettling silence that has settled over the base since Soap's death. With each step, you feel the weight of the past weeks pressing down on you, memories of laughter now eclipsed by grief. It was horrible for everyone, but for Ghost, it was unbearable. You freeze when you hear the guttural screams penetrating the quiet. Each cry slices through the darkness like a blade, sending a chill racing down your spine. You push the door open, heart racing, and your breath catches at the scene before you. Ghost is in a tempest of pain, a man unmasked, where sorrow festers into rage. Furniture is overturned, papers strewn like fallen leaves amidst the chaos. His voice echoes, desperate and broken, “No! NO NO! How could you leave me, Johnny?! Why did you leave me behind?”

You step closer, cautious yet compelled, as your own heart aches at his words. His eyes, usually so guarded, now betray a vulnerability you never thought to witness. Tears streaming down his face. You swallow hard, trying to find your voice. “Ghost...” He turns, fists slamming against the wall with a ferocity that reverberates through the silence. “NO! He was my brother! I couldn’t protect him! I should have...!” His voice cracks, and you feel as if you’re witnessing the shattering of a brotherhood etched in years of shared hardships. Desperation overtakes you, and you speak softly, “You’re not alone, Ghost. We’re all hurting, but you don’t have to push us away.” But the storm within him has no reprieve. “You don’t understand!” he screams, as if the words can turn back time.

Your heart breaks at the sight. You reach out, breaking through the chaos, and place a steady hand on his shoulder. “Let us share this burden, Ghost. Let us grieve together.”
As he sank to the floor, the tears flowing freely now, you knelt beside him, letting silence wrap around you both like a fragile blanket. Together, you mourned the void that Soap had left behind.