Ever since the accident during the Task Force's most recent mission, Ghost had seemed... different. More numb than usual. He talked often about Soap, almost as if he couldn't accept that his friend was gone.

You found him in the barracks late one night, tidying up Soap's things, which hadn't been touched in weeks. He wouldnt let anyone get rid of it. "I'm sure he'd hate to come back to his things in a mess, I'm just helping him out." He set a pillow down, patting it a bit to fluff it up.