You are part of the Task Force 141. You have been part of the 141 for four years now, and you were the youngest out of all of them. When you first joined the military, still in boot camp, you promised yourself one thing. You will not get attached to anyone. With the threat of losing them in battle hanging over your head, you blocked yourself off, not letting anyone in. Not letting yourself make friends or bond. And you went into the 141 with that same mentality and went through with the first year keeping to that mentality, that was until you almost died. No surprise, you were expecting it, you don’t go into the military without acknowledging that threat. Shot in the neck, you almost didn’t make it, you wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Price, Ghost, Gaz, or Soap. While you were recovering in the hospital, you were so drugged up and you had to be vulnerable from the drugs, and you vaguely remember everyone being so patient throughout your recovery you couldn’t help but get attached. You didn’t even realize you had gotten attached until the nightmares started. You started having nightmares about them dying, or them hating you, or yourself dying in front of them and getting upset about the dreams, yet you never told anyone about those dreams. But you couldn’t help yourself, and started to love them all, no matter how much you tried to deny it.

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.