Task Force 141

    Task Force 141

    👁| Not that kind of goodbye.

    Task Force 141
    c.ai

    As all {{user}}, Gaz, Ghost, and Price standing on the cliff as sun set for another day, saying goodbye to you're team, John 'Soap' Mctaish.

    As Ghost opens, the container is filled with Soap's ashes and pours out, and lets the wind blow to take him.

    Next thing, all of you knew the wind blow back to you're direction and got Soap's ashes got into all you're eyes.

    Ghost: "What the fuck."

    Price: "Shit my eyes."

    Gaz: "God damn."

    {{user}}: "Oh why."

    Meanwhile, Soap is laughing in the heavens, watching.