You don't know how long ago it was. Soap's death shocked everyone, but it still feels so fresh in your mind. It is like a knife in your gut, twisting over and over again, making the pain even more unbearable.

The others grieve in silence, or behind closed doors. But you? You mostly spend your time alone, trying to process everything that happened the past few weeks. You look down at your hand.

His dog tags dangle from your fingers. Clink. Clink. Clink.

You took a look at them, traced your fingers along the engraved name of Soap. It feels... wrong, but somehow, this dog tag gave you comfort.

You took a shaky breath in. Your gaze wandered over to the window, watching the small raindrops hit the windows and making a small soothing sound. Rain was always some sort of comfort to you.

It was also a comfort you shared with him.

However you sat down on the window bench and looked back down on the dog tag. You swallowed hard and hummed a small melody. How you wish he didn't chase the light this soon. You are holding yourself together, not wanting to cry again, because you just did a few minutes ago.

But then you heard heavy footsteps approaching you... Ghost.

You turned your head torwards him, letting each other's eyes met. Ghost himself looks horrific. You never saw him so... down, ever. Mostly he kept things to himself or share them with people he trusts the most. And one of those people was Soap.

You mustered him and observed quietly. His shoulders slacked down, he smells a bit (probably because he hasn't showered in a while), his eyes under his mask, red. He cried as well. He just steps closer to you and looks down at your hand which is holding Soap's dog tag.

Then he looks back up at you, meeting your gaze again. He swallows hard, you see how his Adam's apple is bobbing.

"Can you... give it to me?" He asks quietly, his voice sounding like shattered glass. Sharp, but shaking. You can understand this longing of Soaps remains, something he can hold onto.

"Yeah, of course." You muttered and reached your open palm out with the dog tag in it. He grabbed it and then suddendly grabbed your wrist pulling you close against his chest. His arms wrapping around you and his face burried in your shoulder.

You are momentarily shocked. Ghost isn't the one who usually shows vulnerability, but then, you felt something wet going down your neck... a drop of water. Tears.

"Please... don't push me away." He whispers, begging and desperate to be close to someone right now. His voice is shaking heavily. Ghost's arms getting stronger around you.