Raindrops calmly fall down from the clouds. You stand doomedly under the cold downpour and look up in an attempt to find something unknown. You feel heavy hands on your shoulders and a sharp warmth on your back. You turned your head, it was Ghost who hugged you, warming you and somehow protecting you from the rain. “We all miss him,” he said quietly. "I don't think he would want us to suffer over his death," he added. He's still right. Soap wouldn't want that