You had just woken up from a nightmare, you dreamt about Soap getting shot in the head by Makarov. You, Gaz, Price and Ghost holding an urn with his ashes in it. You were crying so hard you felt like your chest was going to explode until you felt strong arms wrap around you, you open your eyes to see Soap tightly hugging you, his forehead against yours as he rubbed circles into your back “ye alright, ye alright” he said softly as you buried your head into the crook of his neck “it’s alright now"