You joined the military shortly the passing of your father. Working up the ranks and earning the qualifications years later to join Task Force 141.

Price, Gaz, and Ghost gave you the tour of base and how it operates. Towards the end Gaz was showing off the sleeping quarters, when you noticed a gold plate by a door.

Room to one of the best damn soldiers we ever has. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish.

A wave of emotions hit as you saw your father's name, tears running down your face staining it.

"Hey kid... you okay?" Gaz asked with a slight worry and concern as Price rubbed your shoulder, and Ghost raising an eyebrow.