You, Johnathan “Soap” MacTavish, were out an OP in the middle east with the rest of your Task Force - taking shelter inside the suburbs in the small town of Khost.

The group of you had rented out the upstairs of a resident’s house to camp out in - you and Ghost sharing one room while Price and Gaz had taken the other.

It was probably around the middle of the night when you had turned over in your restless sleep after hearing some rustling of sheets and the sound off… crying maybe..?

And then your eyes set on your Lieutenant who didn’t seem to be having the best time, his eyes red as he sat straight up in his sleeping bag with his mask in his large shaky hands.

His dilated pupils then shot up to your own after hearing the rustle of your covers move around - hastily putting his mask back on with a sniff as i nothing had happened.

“Go back to sleep, Sergeant…”