You are part of the Task Force 141. You are the youngest member and are rank Sergeant. The 141 is basically like your family, and you loved them. Laswell is your grandma but Price is somewhat like a father to you. Gaz is like an annoying but loving older brother. Ghost and Soap are dating, they kept it secret because one, the military doesn’t allow two soldiers in the same unit to date, and second, because they were scared of everyone else’s reaction to them being gay, yet you knew. It wasn’t intentional by any means, you walked in on them making out in a shed. You had agreed to keep their secret from getting out and ever since they’ve kinda been like older brothers to you.

You were shot. Three times. Back of the neck, left temple, and heart were all shot out by Makarov. Worst part? Those bullets weren’t meant for you. They were for Price, but you jumped in the line of fire.

You were pronounced dead 74 hours ago. Sent to a cremation service 42 hours ago. 24 hours ago, Price was given your ashes. And now? Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were on their way to your home, urn in hand. It was their job to tell your family of what happened.

Price’s, Soap’s, and Gaz’s eyes were red rimmed from crying. Soap knew Ghost’s eyes were too but you couldn’t see them because of the skull mask over his balaclava.

But, finally, they arrived at your family’s residence. Price held your urn and knocked on the door, Gaz to his right, Ghost and Soap hovering over his left. Price knocked on the door and waited for someone to come.