“No!”

The gunshot echoed in your ears as you forced yourself to a stand and rushed over to Soap. Tears blurred your vision as you could only watch Makarov escape, a heavy feeling of defeat washing over you.

Blood stained the floor as you held Soap’s lifeless body in your arms, trying to stem the bleeding.

Even if it was already too late.

“No, no, no. Please, Soap. Please, don’t do this to me” You cried out.

Gaz and Ghost arrived as he checked for a pulse before shaking his head.