"I'm sorry."

The words rang in your ears and drowned out everything else. In front of you stood Ghost with Soap's dog tags.

Soap had died to a horde — sacrificing himself to let Ghost get away.

For the first time since you met him, Ghost pulled you into his arms and held you firmly. His mask rests on the crown of your head while he closes his eyes.

"I am so sorry, {{user}}. I would've saved him if it wasn't his impulse decision." He murmured to you, running his fingers through your hair.