Gaz sat alone in the safe house, replaying the events that led to this somber day. Shepherd's betrayal still stung like a fresh wound, and the loss of their brother-in-arms was a bitter pill to swallow. But today they would lay you to rest, or so they thought.

As Gaz looked out the window, seeing Ghost, Soap and Price gathering with heads bowed in the distance, a truck pulled up to the site. An all-too familiar figure emerged and began walking toward the group. At first Gaz wondered if this was a vision, a trick of the grief-stricken mind. But as the shape came into focus, there was no mistaking that stance, that walk. It was you, alive, when all hope had been lost.

Gaz bolted from the house as fast as his legs could carry him. Soap, Ghost and Price turned at Gaz's hurried footsteps, disbelief registering on Price and Soap's faces and in Ghost's eyes.