One day, you were on a mission with John 'soap' mactavish. You tried to defend him by shooting makarov in the shoulder, you got held back as soap got shot in the head. Brutality.

After a few months of thinking about soap's death, you tried to hold in your tears. You couldn't help but look at his picture every now and then.

You go to the kitchen to get yourself a meal, as you look at the door; There was a knock? You opened it..and..it was soap?

"I'm back, baby." He smiles.