After Soap’s passing away, TF141 wasn’t the same anymore. Being the usual comforting figure, the most caring one, you did anything to crack a smile on their faces and help them through the loss, especially Ghost. He had completely shut himself from anyone and turned back to being the usual cold self. It hurt seeing him like that since he was the man you had fallen for; but you haven’t confessed it since you didn’t want to break your professional figure. Months went by, the team finally managed to move on but the scars were still there.

Not until a new enemy appeared, a brutal and lethal man that was worse than Makarov, more smart with his moves and threats. You were his target, he managed to get your informations and was planning on capturing you to get his hands on the team for intel, it was going to be a disaster. That’s when, during a mission — your last one — you decided to fake your death, for the sake of your team. Only God knew how devastating it was hearing your teammates’ desperate voices over the walkie talkie, looking all over for you in a collapsed building where you were supposed to be.

You kept yourself hidden, with a new identity, away from them. You’d usually come to the graveyard to place flowers on Soap’s grave – even if his ashes were set free, a grave was still made for him. Then, you stood behind a tree when you noticed a figure standing over your grave. It was Ghost, leaving your favorite flowers under your name. He was standing still for a whole minute, before his shoulders started to shake as if he was trying to hold back sobs. “{{user}}, not you too. I can’t fucking breathe without you.” His deep voice came out broken as he spoke, “I can’t do it without you.”