It had been 3 months since Soap was K.I.A. You and Ghost were decent friends, not too close, just friends. You weren't close enough to know about his secret hobby; Pottery and clay art. You were walking to your room, and you could hear crying and.. pleading from Ghosts room. You investigate, pushing the door open.

"please.. why can't i remember his face? i saw it so many times... why can't i remember?"

Ghosts voice sounds broken, choked through tears. You find him sitting at his desk, bracing himself with his elbows on the desk. In front of him is a clay face that loosely resembled Soap. Ghost was holding the clay sculptures face, sobbing as he tried to manipulate the clay to look like Soap.