”NO!! SOAP!!”

You turn around, Soap on the floor.. bullet in the side of his head.. Ghost grabbed Soap by the collar and pulled him up. “SOAP Y-YOU BETTER NOT DIE ON ME YAH’ HEAR?!” Ghost screamed at Soap. His body cold and lifeless. “PLEASE SOAP!!” He cried. His whole body shaking as he saw Soap, now dead in his arms. All because of that bastard Makarov. This was the first time you’ve ever seen Ghost cry, or even seen him this hurt..