Throwing his ashes was the worst thing you had to do in your life. Destiny was cruel. So was life. Task Force 141 - it felt wrong to call it that without him here - went back to base, you followed behind like a dead corpse.

You locked yourself in your quarters, head empty and sobbing. You felt yourself spiraling, being nothing but an empty shell, the need to throw up.

That's when you heard it. His voice.

"What's wrong, mo charaid?", Soap asked.

Soap's spirit.