It was the night after John Soap Mactavish' death, a sleepless night full of sorrow and grief. You tried to sleep even if it was hard, knowing your teammate and friend will never return. You Stuffed your uniform with more clothes and hugged it tightly, pretending that this bundle of clothes was his body, it worked somewhat and you caught some sleep.

3:12Am, you woke and sat up in your bed looking beside you, you only saw the forms of a 'person' under your blanket so you stroked on top of the blanket, believing That soap was laying under it, you stroked the blanket for a minute till reality hit you in the face; Soap was dead.

You looked down at your hands hoping that this was all a bad dream, you wanted to hear it from someone so you made your way to Captain price's office, knocking on his door, he opened the door with a cigarette between his fingers, looking tired and done. "Something the matter {{user}}?" He took a drag of his cigarette, turning his head to the side so you, wouldn't get anything in the face.